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Learning Humility

Dear Readers,

In the last three months of my life I have learned a whole new respect for caregivers.  Caring for my invalid husband after knee surgery, while not quite over pneumonia myself, also taught me a whole new level of meekness.  Now my hubby who still has his ups and downs, is doing better, but the Lord has taught both of us, patience, humility, and caring for each other in our old age.  I would like to reblog this next story, as it involves one of the most humble people I know…


LEARNING HUMILITY,  Journal Entry,  October, 2010  (Reblog from, “My Stories Begin”)

Every week I wait for him!  He is so faithful and always shows up rain or shine.  Occasionally when I am feeling a little bit grateful, I run outside to reward him with a small tip.  “I haven’t tipped you in awhile, so I thought it was time I come out to say thanks!” I shouted one morning.

“Oh, no thank you!  I don’t need that!  I just need a prayer today,” he replied.

“OK, I’ll pray for you today, but here is a tip for lunch anyway!” I insisted.

He graciously said thank you, continued doing his nauseating work and then drove away.  As he waved goodbye, I wondered to myself if I could do that unpleasant job week after week.  Watching him drive that huge truck, I realized he is the humble one, not me!  He faithfully works at what most of us wouldn’t stoop to doing.  It was even distasteful for him to accept a tip when all he asked for was a prayer!  I know he loves the Lord and probably thanks Him every day for his income!  As he drove away I thought, this sweet man could teach all of us a lesson in humility!

I’m sure you have guessed by now that he is my trash man!  I look forward to seeing his smiling face whenever I can catch sight of him, he moves so quickly!  The odor of my own garbage offends even me, but he joyfully picks it up every single week.  Never complaining, just smiling and doing the job God has provided for him and his family.

While having a conversation with a college professor, we discussed the thousands of dollars he gets paid to create online courses.  When I took my afternoon prayer walk, I thought about that little chat, “We should all be ashamed of ourselves when we take pride in anything we accomplish, without giving credit to the Lord.”  All I could think about was how my garbage man thanks God every day for his meager work!  I wonder if most of us would even do that job if God told us too!

How can we know anything about subjection?  No wonder the Lord tells us, “But the meek will inherit the land and enjoy great peace,”  (Psalms 37:11 NIV)

That hard working guy has no clue as to how much he humbles me!

Love in Christ,  Claire  xoxo

Acts 20:19,  “Serving the Lord with all humility…”  (KJV)



PTSD And Veterans

Dear Readers,

This blog came out of one of my 2011 journals when I happened upon a very angry senior veteran…


PTSD AND VETERANS,  Journal Entry, 8-15-2011


Once or twice a week I do my volunteer job at our local hospital and I have only one thing on my mind, “Who can I witness to about the Lord today?”  Each morning, as I start my job, I quickly pray and ask for guidance.

Today was nothing special, just the usual, “Hi my name is Claire!  Would you like a book or some magazines to read…?”  Then a comment from someone, or a certain look, will start a conversation.  Sometimes, an opportunity will show it’s face for me to talk about God.  Every volunteer day I wait for that opportunity!  I look and listen for that special chance.  In and out of every patient room I pray for healing, salvation, and peace to come over the sick.  But today was routine.

Finally I finished my work and headed for my dinner in the cafeteria.  I sat down at a table to wait until the workers started to serve lunch at eleven.  Only one other volunteer was waiting ahead of me.  We talked awhile and out of nowhere I felt the urge to mention God!  Suddenly, his conversation turned to anger!  Anger against God, against war (Vietnam in particular), and against people!

“Where did this come from?” I asked my coworker.  “Is today an anniversary or something?”

“No, I’m always like this!” he responded.

“I have never seen this side of you before!  Have you ever gotten any counseling for this PTSD, to help you deal with all this anger?” I went on questioningly.

“Ya, I did!  After the war they took us aside before we left and told us we can’t do this and this and this and that anymore, when we get home!  That was all the advice we were given!  I don’t believe in God!  What kind of a God would allow those horrible things to happen?”  His frustration and anger showed all over his face.

“That’s not what I asked you!  Have you ever talked to anyone professionally about all the horror you had to go through while you were there?”

Then I was shocked at some of the horrific things he told me that went on in Vietnam!  “Why would God allow such atrocities?  Why?” he begged me for an answer.

This man is one of my favorite people here at the hospital.  Every work day I pray for God to tell me who He wants me to talk to today.  So, I decided my dear friend was the special one God sent!

“I don’t know the answer to that question, my friend.  But I do know that we can’t survive without HIM!  I write a Christian blog!”  I told him as I reached into my pocket.  ” Here’s a few of my stories that I have written over many years.  They are all true!  They are about all the things God has done in my life!”

“You like to read, I know you do!  Read these and tell me what you think, ok?  Here’s my blog address, if you would like to read more of them!”

Amazingly it was time to get our lunch, so we got up and jumped in line.  My friend went and sat down, but before I left to head home, I went back to talk to him for one last comment.

“Listen dear friend, you are one of my favorite people here!  I don’t want to get to heaven without you being there!  We’ll talk some more ok?”  I smiled and walked away.  He smiled back at me, for the first time since his angry outburst started.

Something must have triggered his post traumatic stress today!  God knew it was going to happen, and sent him in my path at lunchtime, only moments before I left the hospital.  Isn’t that amazing that we should cross paths at the exact same time?  I actually believed it was going to end up to be just another simple day at work!

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

P.S.  Luke 19:10,  “For the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”  (NKJV)

Luke 19:10,  “For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost.”  (NIV)