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Experiencing New Life

Dear Readers,

As I approach 10 years of volunteering at our local hospital, my blogs hopefully reflect my love for what I do…

EXPERIENCING NEW LIFE,  Journal Entry,  June, 2016

Arriving at the birthing center, which is a locked facility at our hospital, I picked up the phone to gain entrance but no one answered.  I kept trying and finally was buzzed in.  When I arrived at the nurses station it was empty.  Not one person was available to answer my questions.  Only one woman was present, her head and hands folded in prayer, leaning against a birthing room door.  The silence was deafening!

Suddenly a scream from inside that birthing room caused the visitor to panic.  I quickly realized why there wasn’t a single nurse or doctor visible.  A second scream made me realize I had entered the department at a crucial moment during  a mother’s hard labor.

The fretting person was a panicky family member, so I dropped my magazine cart, rushed over to her and said, “Quick, let’s pray!”  She grabbed my hands and bowed her head, “Lord, please help this young mother to get through all this pain as quickly as possible.  Cover her with your blood and surround her with angels and make her laboring pass quickly, in Jesus name, amen!”  She thanked me for the prayers as we both heard a final scream, then a baby’s cry, and that was it, a new life was born!  That quickly!

I was told by her family, “Only 20 minutes of hard labor and a large baby boy came into the world!”

God is so good!  In all my years of volunteer work, I have never experienced being this close to a birth!  It was priceless to be able to pray a few quick words with a frightened family member.

I continued my rounds and went from room to room on my own, knocking on doors to ask about my books and magazines.  An exhausted nurse soon came out of the busy birthing room and started to tell me which rooms I could visit.  “Don’t worry, I took care of all of them already!” and smiled at her.

As I left the center I was overjoyed to have been so close for this special event.  Walking the long halls of the hospital, I heard my favorite baby song over the speaker system announcing the birth of our newborn boy.  Each time an infant enters the world I am thankful!  I happily grinned and thought, “I was there for this one! Thank you Father, thank you soooooo much for this child entering the world on my watch!  Please Lord, give the children loving, caring parents that will raise them to know your Son Jesus, amen!”

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

John 3:6,  “Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit”   (NIV)



Dear Readers,

I know miracles happen every day but I still feel the need to write about mine, maybe just because people should hear them.   Today was a scary time and a wonderful time as well.  Today was a miracle day…

A FLASH OF YELLOW,   Journal Entry,  March, 1991

My usual routine of driving school bus began at 7 A.M..  With the blue sky and warm March sun rising in the east, I said my daily prayer as I boarded, “Lord, please put angels on my wheels and around my bus!  Watch over all my children, in Jesus’s name, amen.”

A ton of responsibility comes with being a school bus driver!  With a cargo of 120 precious babies (four to a seat), they depend on a cautious pick up and delivery each day.  Parents even relax and sit back for a second cup of coffee at the sight of my closing bi-fold doors.


Today on my afternoon route, a driver’s worst nightmare became my reality!  All was going well as I picked up my kids after school.  I headed up Ramshorn Road making my usual stops.  Approaching an apartment building where several children usually get off, I stopped  busy highway traffic in both directions, but only two students exited.  Not unusual, as often times parents pick children up early.  Upon opening my door, a shout came from the rear of my bus, “Emily was supposed to get off!”  A kindergartner came running up the aisle from the back.  I reopened the door, she exited and crossed the highway and ran into her house.  Once again, I tried to close my doors to free up the impatient traffic when yet another shout came from the rear of my vehicle, “My little sister wasn’t supposed to get off here today!” her brother remembered, “I forgot she is supposed to go to my uncle’s house with me!  I don’t think my mom is home!”

Getting restless the traffic began to blow their horns and started inching their way forward.  I was forced to make a split second decision, “OK, you go get her and I will wait for both of you!”  Her big brother exited quickly and crossed the very busy street.

My stop lights and sign still on for longer than normal, traffic piling up, and 40-50 restless children left to deliver, helped me to make another decision to close my doors and let the traffic pass, move forward a little, and reopen my doors for the returning children.

The cars passed and the boy returned to the bus and mumbled at me in passing, “Emily is OK!” and he proceeded to run to the back of the bus again.  I glanced over at their house and figured her brother had checked and mom was home and I could finally be on my way.  I closed my door, released my hand brake, checked all my mirrors again, put my bus into drive, and pushed the gas peddle!

Most people aren’t aware that school buses have mirrors that reveal a sweeping view of only three sides of their bus!  Most people also aren’t aware of how tiny a kindergartner’s body is to this monstrous 26,000 pound vehicle!  No matter how much we drill the children about safety, a frightened five-year-old does not think!  He or she only panics!

As I hit the accelerator, a flash of yellow sped past only one mirror, then disappeared from view!  I hit my brakes with all the might in my entire body and fear rushed through me like a lightning bolt!  I threw open my doors and prayed, “Please God, please!”

As God is my judge, I sit here writing this in tears and I admit that no way on earth should I have missed hitting that 50 pound flash of yellow!  I know the distance between the visual view of my mirrors and the tiny bodies that disappear in front of my massive vehicle.

Eternity passed!  Emily, whom I thought was safely in her home with mom, appeared in my door in her little yellow jacket, frightened, crying, and panic stricken that she would be left behind alone!  She had rushed out of the house because mom was not home as I assumed by her brother’s comment in passing.

I grabbed her, held her, comforted her, and cried with her all at the same time!  I honestly believed she went under my front wheels!  Neither of us could stop trembling!  After catching my breath and seating little Emily, I found a quiet spot to pull over and again drilled the little ones on safety rules.

After dropping off my last child securely to his home, about a half mile down that road, I stopped and broke down into deep uncontrollable sobbing.  It felt like the Holy Spirit was sitting in my bus with me, comforting me with His presence.  Through tearful eyes and catching my breath, I glanced around at the countryside and saw a distant pond covered with Canadian geese.  With a sigh of relief I prayed again, “Thank You Lord, thank You, thank You, thank You!”

There are four guardian angels on my wheels and only the good Lord knows how many surround my bus!  To this day, I never drive anywhere without covering my vehicle with angels!

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

Luke 4:10,  “He shall give his angels charge over you, to keep you”  (NKJV)

P.S.  Today, thank God, the school buses are equipped with a long metal arm that stretches out in front of the bus when they stop, forcing the children to go around it, enabling the drivers visibility on all four sides