Story Clora's House of Gathered Up Children
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stjwelding
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Wow !!!! Thank You Pac for more of your story it looks like Cliff is enjoying the f5 keys over heating from repeated use, I sure hope he has some ware else to be soon.
Wayne
Wayne
PacNorWest
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#89b
The storm rolled in from the north west. Clouds as black and smutty as coal, hanging unnaturally low to the ground. Sheets of lightening, hissing, popping and crackling as they continuously assaulted earth. It was terrifying for the clan and they all fell to their knees, each adult grabbing a child so they didn't bolt and run into the storm.
The air pressure was dropping and the roaring sounds of tornados could be heard. The wind battered the sturdy house, and sounds of flying objects could be heard blowing around.
Clora was shouting to be heard, "Our Father Who Art in Heaven,....." joined by the family as voices were raised to God in prayer. Family held hands, uniting them against the storm that surely had been sent by God to scour the earth.
The lightening drew closer, the smell of Sulphur and burning trees as rank as any abattoir, the clouds lowered and the family prayed louder, Ben shouting the Glory of His name, and the house was engulfed in utter darkness. Instantly, there was absolute silence from the storm outside.
Ben's voice raised higher as he prayed for God's protection and mercy from the elements. "Yea though I walk........" and the family repeated the familiar words.
The winds increased, howling, moaning, shrieking like the souls of the dammed in hell. The wind blew the supercell storm out of the area and Ben prayed loudly the thanks, and praise to God for their delivery from certain death.
Slowly the night turned to the beginning shards of light from dawn. It was impossible not to pray, clansmen with trembling lips praised God, as babies were hugged close and held safe.
Robbie looked around as parents, brothers, sisters, and friends hugged and kissed. "Oh geeze, their kissing again," he announced loudly as he watched Milo and Honey kiss.
The storm rolled in from the north west. Clouds as black and smutty as coal, hanging unnaturally low to the ground. Sheets of lightening, hissing, popping and crackling as they continuously assaulted earth. It was terrifying for the clan and they all fell to their knees, each adult grabbing a child so they didn't bolt and run into the storm.
The air pressure was dropping and the roaring sounds of tornados could be heard. The wind battered the sturdy house, and sounds of flying objects could be heard blowing around.
Clora was shouting to be heard, "Our Father Who Art in Heaven,....." joined by the family as voices were raised to God in prayer. Family held hands, uniting them against the storm that surely had been sent by God to scour the earth.
The lightening drew closer, the smell of Sulphur and burning trees as rank as any abattoir, the clouds lowered and the family prayed louder, Ben shouting the Glory of His name, and the house was engulfed in utter darkness. Instantly, there was absolute silence from the storm outside.
Ben's voice raised higher as he prayed for God's protection and mercy from the elements. "Yea though I walk........" and the family repeated the familiar words.
The winds increased, howling, moaning, shrieking like the souls of the dammed in hell. The wind blew the supercell storm out of the area and Ben prayed loudly the thanks, and praise to God for their delivery from certain death.
Slowly the night turned to the beginning shards of light from dawn. It was impossible not to pray, clansmen with trembling lips praised God, as babies were hugged close and held safe.
Robbie looked around as parents, brothers, sisters, and friends hugged and kissed. "Oh geeze, their kissing again," he announced loudly as he watched Milo and Honey kiss.
stjwelding
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THANK YOU Pac!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fantastic
Wayne
Wayne
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Very scary indeed, as a child I always hated tornados. This sounded like a whooper.
Old Gray Mare
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What will be left in the wake of the storm? PAC there is that darn cliff again. Always keeping us guessing.
PacNorWest
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#89c
Clora walked over to the door and suddenly stopped. Clapping her hands sharply to get the family's attention, she reached her hand for the door and stopped.
"Don't go outside, don't go near the doors or windows, something very evil and dangerous is out there." As white as the matriarch of the clan had turned, and as frightened as her face appeared, all chatter abruptly stopped.
"We have to pray, now, we need to praise the Lord for His Grace and Mercy. We need to sing. Please, Please everyone join me."
Clora, who's faith had lit the fires of devotion in them all, with her unshakeable, undeniable love of God was asking for them to follow her example. She got down on her knees and started reciting the Twenty-Third Psalm.
One by one the family dropped to their knees, the relief and giddiness of surviving the storm forgotten as the earthquake started to shake the earth. The wind rose with the same shrieking howls, sending fright up the backbones of stalwart men that gathered wife and children close.
The darkness plunged them into confusion, and Ben stood in the center of the gathered circle and let God send him the words to pray aloud. Holding one of his children, Ben prayed the words, as he urged repentance of sins, adherence to God's commandments, and steadfast devotion.
The darkness, the blood curdling sounds of the wind and the bucking and rolling of the earth went on and on, for immeasurable minutes. Once again the lightening struck all around them, the sizzle and hiss standing the clan's hair on end. The innumerable flashes of light, making the dark inside of the house light enough to see faces.
The clan grouped together tightly, this time arms went across shoulders, hands touched two and three people as they prayed for safety from the vicious storm.
As the storm subsided, Clora looked up at the atrium glass roof showing weak sunshine and said quietly, "Praise be to thee O Lord, You have delivered us from the devil."
Brother looked at brother, and then sister. Wives looked at husbands, and at the children grouped in the center of the circle. "Ma," Ben said, "what do you mean?"
"We can go outside now and I will show you what I mean."
Clora walked over to the door and suddenly stopped. Clapping her hands sharply to get the family's attention, she reached her hand for the door and stopped.
"Don't go outside, don't go near the doors or windows, something very evil and dangerous is out there." As white as the matriarch of the clan had turned, and as frightened as her face appeared, all chatter abruptly stopped.
"We have to pray, now, we need to praise the Lord for His Grace and Mercy. We need to sing. Please, Please everyone join me."
Clora, who's faith had lit the fires of devotion in them all, with her unshakeable, undeniable love of God was asking for them to follow her example. She got down on her knees and started reciting the Twenty-Third Psalm.
One by one the family dropped to their knees, the relief and giddiness of surviving the storm forgotten as the earthquake started to shake the earth. The wind rose with the same shrieking howls, sending fright up the backbones of stalwart men that gathered wife and children close.
The darkness plunged them into confusion, and Ben stood in the center of the gathered circle and let God send him the words to pray aloud. Holding one of his children, Ben prayed the words, as he urged repentance of sins, adherence to God's commandments, and steadfast devotion.
The darkness, the blood curdling sounds of the wind and the bucking and rolling of the earth went on and on, for immeasurable minutes. Once again the lightening struck all around them, the sizzle and hiss standing the clan's hair on end. The innumerable flashes of light, making the dark inside of the house light enough to see faces.
The clan grouped together tightly, this time arms went across shoulders, hands touched two and three people as they prayed for safety from the vicious storm.
As the storm subsided, Clora looked up at the atrium glass roof showing weak sunshine and said quietly, "Praise be to thee O Lord, You have delivered us from the devil."
Brother looked at brother, and then sister. Wives looked at husbands, and at the children grouped in the center of the circle. "Ma," Ben said, "what do you mean?"
"We can go outside now and I will show you what I mean."
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
I agree OH OH, please soon more lol.
Definitely felt cold hitting my back, Mrs. Pac... Erie... You sure know how to leave us hanging on the cliff's edge, fingers going numb, Ma'am... I've been it three such places in my life- a pagan temple outside of Kuala Lumpur, the first national mu-slime mosque in a then D.C. suburb before Mr. Kennedy, and a particular series of religious buildings of a religion started here, in America... God, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the Father of Jesus Christ, was not, is not, welcome in any of them... The Devil is strong in them, and he does, indeed, beyond the shadow of doubt, exist... He does go forth seeking whom he may devour... Believe it- Lucifer/Satan/the Devil exists... Just one, different names... Know Jesus Christ, and know God's Peace. No Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior, NO Peace...
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Old Gray Mare
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Thank you PAC.
stjwelding
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Thank you Pac for the post May God bless you and yours always.
Wayne
Wayne
PacNorWest
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#90
Clora opened the front door and walked out. It looked like someone had a gigantic temper tantrum across the land. Trees were uprooted, fences down, two of the small cabins had been blown off their foundations and the smell of burning trees that had been hit by lightening , hung in the air.
There was a pleasant breeze, and Hawk's were up, riding the thermals. It looked like the aftermath of a tornado cluster, but there was a subtle difference. The air felt cleaner and softer, smelled better than it had for months.
The snake swamp down the road, had often wafted the aroma of rotting vegetation into the compound; creating a gagging effect.
"Why do I feel things are different?" Toby questioned, looking around and hoping to spot whatever it was he was feeling.
"Things are different," Clora calmly assured the gathering. "The devil has gathered up his kind and taken them to live in hell. Only believers are left here on earth."
Behind her back, the families' frowned and gave one another meaningful looks. Each of them thinking Ma had flipped under the strain. Ben was thinking he should get the baby Ma was packing around, so if Clora had another spell, the triplets wouldn't be hurt.
Ben and Tess were watching one another, wondering what to do. Clora took ahold of Mark's arm and they walked over to the grass. Kneeling together, they prayed. Small groups of family made their way to the shaded green, and dropped to their knees. There had never been a better time to thank God for a miracle.
Clora opened the front door and walked out. It looked like someone had a gigantic temper tantrum across the land. Trees were uprooted, fences down, two of the small cabins had been blown off their foundations and the smell of burning trees that had been hit by lightening , hung in the air.
There was a pleasant breeze, and Hawk's were up, riding the thermals. It looked like the aftermath of a tornado cluster, but there was a subtle difference. The air felt cleaner and softer, smelled better than it had for months.
The snake swamp down the road, had often wafted the aroma of rotting vegetation into the compound; creating a gagging effect.
"Why do I feel things are different?" Toby questioned, looking around and hoping to spot whatever it was he was feeling.
"Things are different," Clora calmly assured the gathering. "The devil has gathered up his kind and taken them to live in hell. Only believers are left here on earth."
Behind her back, the families' frowned and gave one another meaningful looks. Each of them thinking Ma had flipped under the strain. Ben was thinking he should get the baby Ma was packing around, so if Clora had another spell, the triplets wouldn't be hurt.
Ben and Tess were watching one another, wondering what to do. Clora took ahold of Mark's arm and they walked over to the grass. Kneeling together, they prayed. Small groups of family made their way to the shaded green, and dropped to their knees. There had never been a better time to thank God for a miracle.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you, yes we know this will happen at sometime. Always a nice read.
stjwelding
Veteran Member
Pac the words escape me to say how much I appreciate you sharing your story with us. Thank you.
Wayne
Wayne
PacNorWest
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#91
Toby, Milo, Robert and Gary stood in a loose circle, backs to one another as they acted like guards and lookouts for the clan, as the families were out in the open.
"I don't think I've ever been so spooked by one of Ma's revelations before." Robert said what they were all thinking. "I mean,...I can feel something is different; but THAT, is a major event to accept." his voice sorta trailed off as he contemplated the circumstances.
"OK, so say that it really was true," Toby was thoughtful, "how many people would be left on earth? Is this what you would call a second chance to get it right?"
"I'd say," Milo looked at Robbie and Honey, and remembered the secret Honey had shared with him last night, "that it is. Look, each of us have a loving wife, children or the promise of children, a tight clan of like minded people, loving parents that have kept us alive and safe through incredible difficulties. A God that has given us more than we deserve, blessing us for being believers; you can bet I'm not going to waste this destiny changing opportunity."
Gary thought long and hard about what he could add, and then finally said a loud, firm "Amen."
Toby, Milo, Robert and Gary stood in a loose circle, backs to one another as they acted like guards and lookouts for the clan, as the families were out in the open.
"I don't think I've ever been so spooked by one of Ma's revelations before." Robert said what they were all thinking. "I mean,...I can feel something is different; but THAT, is a major event to accept." his voice sorta trailed off as he contemplated the circumstances.
"OK, so say that it really was true," Toby was thoughtful, "how many people would be left on earth? Is this what you would call a second chance to get it right?"
"I'd say," Milo looked at Robbie and Honey, and remembered the secret Honey had shared with him last night, "that it is. Look, each of us have a loving wife, children or the promise of children, a tight clan of like minded people, loving parents that have kept us alive and safe through incredible difficulties. A God that has given us more than we deserve, blessing us for being believers; you can bet I'm not going to waste this destiny changing opportunity."
Gary thought long and hard about what he could add, and then finally said a loud, firm "Amen."
PacNorWest
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Dear readers,
I am going to stop writing for a while. I don't know for how long, nor do I have a good reason beyond...I need to recharge my ideas container. I have put this poor family through about every calamity I can conjure up, and I don't want to make their struggles anything less than real.
I have left them in a very good place, as none of us know for certain what the end of "our" personal life time will be like. The Bible tells us what to expect, for the world end times, And God expects us to conduct each day as it were our last.
Love, respect and delight in those that are dear and close to you. Appreciate and rejoice in our differences, serve your fellow man with wisdom and compassion.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Pac.
I am going to stop writing for a while. I don't know for how long, nor do I have a good reason beyond...I need to recharge my ideas container. I have put this poor family through about every calamity I can conjure up, and I don't want to make their struggles anything less than real.
I have left them in a very good place, as none of us know for certain what the end of "our" personal life time will be like. The Bible tells us what to expect, for the world end times, And God expects us to conduct each day as it were our last.
Love, respect and delight in those that are dear and close to you. Appreciate and rejoice in our differences, serve your fellow man with wisdom and compassion.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Pac.
Nature_Lover
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Thank you Pac. 
I will be patiently waiting for more story, or an update on you and your family.
I appreciate all the time and energy that you have given so freely.
I will be patiently waiting for more story, or an update on you and your family.
I appreciate all the time and energy that you have given so freely.
Sammy55
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Oh, Pac! I knew this time would come, and while I know and can appreciate the "break" you need to take from writing, it is still going to be very VERY strange not having Clora and Mark and their family as part of my daily life! They are like my "other family," or the neighbors next door whom I see and chat with on a daily basis!
And that's a very huge compliment to you!! Your writing has taken words on a computer screen and brought "real life" to these people and their experiences and escapades that we have read about in your postings for these past many years.
So I'm going to try to tell myself that Mark and Clora and family are gone away on a long vacation. But I know that won't work because I would expect to keep in contact with them by phone or email or mail.
In all likelihood, Mark and Clora and family will, for me, just be "suspended in time" until....... They will be suspended just as they are now, kneeling on the green grass in the fresh, clear air, and praying to and praising our wonderful Father and Creator. If they have to remain suspended for awhile, that's the best position they can be in, the best position I want to remember them in.
Please keep in touch once in awhile, Pac, so we know you are doing well and getting along and enjoying your family and life. And we'll be praying that God gives you rest and peace, and that He fills up your idea box and blessings to overflowing. You are like "the family" in that you have become and are a big part of our lives!
(By the way.....I don't really think you are done with Clora and Mark and the family yet. You sneakily left us with a small "cliff" that is going to be a bug until they return.......Honey's secret.......and I can see that little grin of yours!!)
And that's a very huge compliment to you!! Your writing has taken words on a computer screen and brought "real life" to these people and their experiences and escapades that we have read about in your postings for these past many years.
So I'm going to try to tell myself that Mark and Clora and family are gone away on a long vacation. But I know that won't work because I would expect to keep in contact with them by phone or email or mail.
In all likelihood, Mark and Clora and family will, for me, just be "suspended in time" until....... They will be suspended just as they are now, kneeling on the green grass in the fresh, clear air, and praying to and praising our wonderful Father and Creator. If they have to remain suspended for awhile, that's the best position they can be in, the best position I want to remember them in.
Please keep in touch once in awhile, Pac, so we know you are doing well and getting along and enjoying your family and life. And we'll be praying that God gives you rest and peace, and that He fills up your idea box and blessings to overflowing. You are like "the family" in that you have become and are a big part of our lives!
(By the way.....I don't really think you are done with Clora and Mark and the family yet. You sneakily left us with a small "cliff" that is going to be a bug until they return.......Honey's secret.......and I can see that little grin of yours!!)
Thank you so much Pac for sharing your stories with us. While you rest and recharge, please do keep us updated with how you are doing. It will be hard to do without my Clora & Mark fix, but the hardest thing if you go completely quiet would be not knowing how you are doing dear Pac.
tired-medic
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Great story. I can see where this series can wring out the writer. Thank you. Rest and recharge. Enjoy God's blessings. Again , thank you.
Not much I could add to what Sammy55 had to say, Mrs. Pac... You bring us such joy, and God's Love flows through you... Thank-You, Dear Lady, Sister in The Lord...
God Bless You and Yours, Mrs, Pac...
Maranatha
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