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February 4, 2019
Jehoshaphat appointed men to sing to the Lord and to praise Him for the splendor of His holiness as they went out at the head of the army…as they began to sing and praise, the Lord set ambushes against the men…who were invading Judah, and they were defeated. 2 Chronicles 20:21-22
While praying with my two daughters following my fifth chemo treatment, God seemed to indicate He had healed me. Cleansed me. Removed cancer from me. I pondered in my heart what I believe He had said. The numbers from my blood draw before the sixth treatment were all remarkably good. So after my sixth treatment, I began questioning whether or not I should continue chemo if, in fact, I was already healed. The weakness and weariness have been debilitating. The side-effects have been daunting. I did not want to continue treatments if they were unnecessary. One morning I decided to pray specifically, asking God to confirm from His Word whether or not I was to continue chemo treatments if I was already healed. Two hours later, my daughter, Rachel-Ruth, came to sit with me. She shared some of her insights from 2 Kings 5 that she was to teach her Bible class that week. She related the story of the Syrian general, Naaman, who had leprosy. A little Israelite slave girl told Naaman about Elisha, a man of God, who could heal him. When Naaman sought Elisha, he was told, “Go, wash yourself seven times in the Jordan…and you will be cleansed.” (2 Kings 5:10) Naaman resisted, saying that Syria had better rivers than the Jordan. He did not want to submit himself to the “side effects” of muck and mud. But at his servant’s urging, Naaman did dip in the Jordan. When he came up the seventh time, he was healed! The seventh time! And I could hear the clear whisper of the Spirit, answering my prayer, confirming that I was to continue chemo…my next and last full treatment would be my seventh time! So as much as I resist the “muck and mud”, in obedience to God’s leading to complete the seventh infusion on February 14, I am committed to seeing these treatments through to the end.
So if you, too, are facing a giant of unbelief, or cancer, or fear, or depression, or despair, or failure, join me in raising hallelujah in the face of the enemy…
December 19, 2018
During the Prayer and Prophecy Tour of Israel this past summer, we made the time one evening to go to the Shepherd’s Fields outside of Bethlehem. So, with the Shepherd’s Fields as a backdrop, and the town of Bethlehem in the distance, in the place of the very first Christmas, I read the following portion from God’s Story to those gathered on the hillside…
December 19, 2018
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” Revelation 22:17
Years ago, I received the following very special invitation which I want to share this Christmas with you. From my family to yours…
December 12, 2018
The word of the Lord came to me again: “What do you see?” Jeremiah 1:13
I’m sitting here in a snow storm two weeks before Christmas, in-between back-to-back chemo treatments, wondering…what do I “see” ?
At 70 years of age, why did I come down with cancer? My cancer is potentially fatal. It struck swiftly and unexpectedly. It required immediate, prompt, drastic surgery and follow-up treatments that include chemotherapy and radiation. Through our prayers and God’s answers, I believe I will be victorious over it. But the word of the Lord has come to me, Anne, what do you see? As I have contemplated the answer in light of my present circumstances, I have wondered…Could it be there is more to my cancer at the age of 70 than just a random coincidence?
November 19, 2018
Man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart. 1 Samuel 16:7
It was the summer of 1986 when we were robbed. Our house was broken into and everything of value was taken about six weeks before I spoke at the International Congress for Itinerant Evangelists in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. I was stripped of furniture, cameras, silver, the things my grandmother had left me, and all of my jewelry. When the time came for me to stand in the lectern to address the ten thousand evangelists from all over the globe who were seated in front of me, I was acutely aware that what I had to offer them had nothing to do with items that had been taken from me. If there was to be any blessing, any encouragement, any word from the Lord to this gathering of men and women, it would come from the hours I had spent in prayer and in studying His Word. I knew that my real treasure was on the inside.