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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…
My prayer for you this Christmas is that your heart would be filled with such joy that you too couldn’t help but publicly praise God for who He is and what He has done. Christmas is a celebration of the fact that the Creator came down to be our Savior . . . that Jesus Christ is the promised Messiah, the One who redeems and reconciles the world to Himself. And after He died on the cross to take away our sin, He rose up from the dead to be our Living Lord, ascended into heaven to open it for you and me. And one day He’s coming back to rule and reign on this earth as King of kings and Lord of lords.
Go and tell!
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…
Guest of Honor: the Lord of lords and King of kings, Jesus Christ (He was a baby, but He’s grown up now.)
Date: Today (and everyday). Traditionally the celebration is December 25th, but He’s always around, so the date is flexible.
Time: Whenever you’re ready (please don’t be too late, though, or the doors may close and you’ll miss out.)
Place: In your heart…He’ll meet you there. (You’ll hear Him knock.)
Attire: Come as you are…grubbies and sweats are okay. He’ll be washing our clothes anyway, and He said something about new white robes and crowns for everyone.
Tickets: Admission is free! He’s already paid for everyone (He says we wouldn’t have been able to afford it…it’s cost Him everything He had.)
Refreshments: New wine, bread, and an exclusive drink He calls “living water”(It’s not available anywhere else. He is the only source for it)…followed by a supper that promises to be “out of this world.”
Gift Suggestions: Your heart. He’s one of those people who “already has everything” else. (He’s very generous in return though…just wait until you see what He has for you!)
Entertainment: The Hallelujah Chorus, plus new songs never heard before sung by thousands upon thousands, millions upon millions of angels joined by others who have accepted this invitation and are already at the Celebration.
Party Favors: Joy, Peace, Truth, Light, Life, Love, Real Happiness, Communion with God, Forgiveness, Contentment, Miracles, Healing, Power, Eternity in Paradise, and much more!
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?
In the Bible, God often had His spokespersons live out the message He gave them…before they delivered the message to the people. For example…
For years I have believed that my life was entwined with the nation of Israel. I was born one week to the day after her rebirth. We are both 70 years old. Could it be that God has given me a message for her that I am living out in my own experience? This is what I seem to see…
In her 70th year…
…just as my cancer is a potentially fatal disease, is Israel also in danger of being attacked in a potentially fatal way?
…just as my cancer struck suddenly and unexpectedly through no fault of my own, will Israel also be struck by her enemies suddenly and unexpectedly through no fault of her own?
…just as I have not been immediately and quickly delivered from cancer, will Israel also not be quickly delivered from her enemies as she was in the 1967 war?
…just as I am having to fight the cancer with chemotherapy cell by cell, will Israel also have to fight her enemies region by region, village by village, street by street, house by house?
…just as I have had to turn to God to be my defender, refuge and strength throughout this cancer journey, is it time also for Israel to turn to the God of her fathers…to the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob? The God of Moses and Joshua and David? Now, before it’s too late.
The warning I feel deep within is that Israel is in danger of a surprise attack in this, her 70th year. This is the message God has placed on my heart for her, “Even now”, declares the Lord, “Return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning…” Rend your heart and not your garments. Return to the Lord your God, for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and he relents from sending calamity. Who knows but that he may turn and have pity and leave behind a blessing…
And this is the message God has placed on my heart for you and me… for God’s people. It’s time, once again, to: Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: “May those who love you be secure. May there be peace within your walls and security within your citadels.” It’s time to pray for Jerusalem and for the whole House of Israel. If you agree, please join me in prayer…
Our Father in Heaven. God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. You are the Eternal I AM. The One who is age to age the same. There is no shadow of turning with You. You are fully present in every generation—past, present, and future. You are the All-Mighty. Your power has not been deleted or depleted over the millennia of human history. We know that You so loved the world that You gave us Heaven’s treasure when You sent Your only Son to die, so that anyone and everyone who places their faith in Him will not perish but have everlasting life. Yet we also know that Your great heart of love still longs to pour out Your blessing on the City and the people that You have uniquely chosen as Your own. Jerusalem. The House of Israel. The Jews.
Your people and the city that bear Your name are surrounded by a vast multitude of hostile, evil men seeking to kill and destroy. Men who behead those who refuse to embrace their evil dogma, who bury alive those who refuse to submit to their will, who crucify those who are identified with Your Son. And now these demonic forces are on the verge of being equipped with nuclear weapons and with WMD’s. They are tunneling under Israel’s borders, funneling in their weapons and terrorists, ready to rise up and slaughter the innocent. Your people are subjected to the continuing barrage of enemy missiles and fiery parachutes that destroy farms and families, communities and children, while shattering peace and serenity. One ceasefire after another promises peace, but when Israel’s land is divided and surrendered for peace, when people cry out for peace, peace–there is no peace. Are You not the God who rules over all the nations? Power and might are in Your hand, and no one can withstand You. You are the Defender of the weak. You are our Refuge and Strength. An ever present Help in times of trouble. Hear us, great Jehovah God.
We are compelled to pray for Your people because they are facing their enemies without the strength, wisdom, peace, comfort, security and hope that You reserve for those who are indwelt by Your Spirit through faith in Your Son, Jesus. They have no deep, blessed assurance that their sins are forgiven, that eternal life is theirs, and that a heavenly Home is waiting to welcome them.
We are compelled to pray because…
O Abba Father! We do not ask for what we want or what we hope. We are asking You to do what You have said! You are a great covenant-keeping God. You do not mock Your children. You keep Your word. So…be a wall of fire around Jerusalem! Cause Your power and glory in her midst to return her to You with all her heart.
For the glory of Your great name, the Prince of Peace…Yeshua the Messiah,
 Hosea 1, 11-14
 Jeremiah 13:1-11
 Isaiah 6:1
 Isaiah 6:1-8; 9:2, 6-7
 Joel 2:12-14
 Psalm 46:1
 Ezekiel 11:19
 Zechariah 12:10-12
 Acts 26:18, Zechariah 12:10
 Zechariah 12:11-14
 Romans 11:26-27
 Hosea 14:4
 Ezekiel 37:23
 Ezekiel 37:26
 Revelation 7:1-4, 14:1-5
 Zechariah 14:3-4, 9
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.
This truth is underscored by the description of the Tabernacle in the Old Testament. The outside was covered in badger skins, which would give it a very ordinary appearance. No one would ever guess such a rough looking exterior could contain glory on the inside. But it did! Wood overlaid with gold, embroidered silks, golden vessels, and the magnificent Ark of the Covenant filled the Tabernacle with a dazzling, awe-inspiring beauty.
The apostle Paul reiterated this principle when he told the Corinthian believers that their lives were like jars of clay into which God poured the glory of His life and character. In other words, on the outside we may look ordinary, but on the inside God sees a reflection of Himself.
I have been reminded of this in a very fresh, personal way as a result of hair loss due to chemotherapy. When my hair began to fall out in large amounts, I went to my beloved Christian brother and hairstylist extraordinaire, Doug David, owner of The Douglas Carroll Salon. Looking on were his wife, my daughters, and two of my granddaughters who helped to turn a dreaded event into something that was actually fun. Under their watchful eyes and with their affirming comments, he shaved my head. For those of you who have been through this, you know that it is also a humiliating trauma. I was almost shocked to hear the familiar sound of my own voice coming from the face under the shorn head I saw reflected in the salon mirror! My immediate reaction was to quote God’s words…that God looks on the heart, not the outward appearance. I am so thankful!
But of course, because we do look on the outward appearance, Doug cut and styled a wig that a new friend, Melinda Alba of New Beginnings in Sugarland, Texas, had found for me. She had searched and searched for a wig that was the right length and color to match my own. See what you think.
What about you? If your outward appearance has been scarred, altered, deformed…or if your outward appearance is flawlessly spectacular…remember. God looks on the heart. The real treasure is on the inside.
 Exodus 36:19 NJKV
 2 Corinthians 4:7
For more: My Cancer: A Journey of Faith
Today is my father’s 100th birthday! I’m reflecting, not on the public figure Billy Graham, but on the one I called “Daddy.” I miss him more now than when he first moved to our Father’s House. With a dull ache in my heart, I long to drive up to see him one more time. To tell him about the new journey of faith God has me traveling. To hear him say, “I love you, darling.”
Today, I’m remembering one who was always a farmer at heart. Who loved his dogs and his cat. Who followed the weather patterns almost as closely as he did world events. Who wore old blue jeans, comfortable sweaters, and a baseball cap. Who loved lukewarm coffee, sweet ice tea, one scoop of ice cream, and a plain hamburger from McDonald’s. Who was interested in everything and everyone, from the small to the great. Whose mind remembered details that even a computer would have trouble recalling.
Yet as I remember, I can’t help but also think of his message because he was immersed in it. Saturated in it. He was his message…a simple man who had responded to God’s love by placing his faith in Jesus, receiving the assurance that his sins were forgiven, that he would not perish, but would have everlasting life. Simple faith. Faith that now matters more than anything else.
For years, over his head as he preached was the banner that quoted the words of Jesus: I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Jesus completed that sentence by saying that no one comes to the Father but by Me. Based on what Jesus said, Daddy is safely with the Father, celebrating his first birthday in Heaven. Daddy not only claimed Jesus as the only Way to God, he lived by the Truth publicly on platforms and privately behind closed doors and is now enjoying real Life.
So, while he may be physically absent and his voice silent, I am confident that his message will continue to reverberate throughout the generations to come. While I’m somewhat bound and set aside, I have not forgotten my recommitment to take up his message like a baton being passed in a relay race. I am committed to faithfully pass it on to those with whom I come in contact, whether through this blog, or those I pass at the hospital during chemo treatments or doctors’ visits. Because Daddy’s message is God’s message. And it’s a message of genuine hope for the future, of love for the present, of forgiveness for the past. It’s a message, when received, that brings a fresh beginning, unshakable joy, unexplainable peace, eternal significance, meaning and purpose to life, and opens heaven’s door. I know, because the message which Daddy carried to the world penetrated my own heart as a young girl and continues to make impact.
On this, his 100th birthday, while my heart aches for the one I called Daddy, my heart is also filled with triumphant joy knowing that this life is not all there is. One day we are going Home!
Happy Birthday, Daddy!