December 19, 2018
Photo by Beth Rubin
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…
I shared this picture of my family yesterday that did not include my beloved son-in-law Traynor Reitmeier. Here is an updated photo with all my family included! Back row, left to right: Jonathan Lotz (who shaved his head when I shaved mine!), Steven Wright, Traynor Reitmeier. Front row, left to right: Bell Wright, Riggin Wright, Morrow Reitmeier, me, Rachel-Ruth Wright, Jenny Lotz, Sophia Wright.
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.
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.
