On Oct. 19th I flew to Texas, from rainy and cold to sunny and warm. Flying with Lufthansa allows me a prolonged stay-over in Germany on my way to the States. I stayed with friends who love Israel and assisted me in ministry, and who picked me up from DFW. From Oct 21-23 Ladell and I attended the Christ For The Nations Alumni Worship Reunion. I met some old acquaintances and made some new ones. 

The Lord arranged for several divine connections, one in particular standing out: from day one we kept bumping into the same brother until it became too obvious to ignore. We met with him and listened to him share about his life and walk with the Lord. I sought the Lord about what He wanted us to do, but all I got at the time was to bless the man: in the Name of Yeshua and the House of David over Solomon, something I was told to do only once before. 

As we were wondering what G-d’s purpose was in meeting with Andy, I remembered him saying that for the first 7 years of his walk with the Lord he felt called to Israel. But having started a family for whom he needed to provide, he turned to what was at hand – pastoring a church. In the years that followed the call to Israel got buried under the pastoral and family responsibilities.

“Perhaps the Lord wants us to unclog this stopped up ‘well’ of his call to Israel?” I pondered, at which point the Holy Spirit rushed on and through both of us. Yes, this was it! Hence we ministered to Andy both the blessing as well as a distinct impartation and calling. The anointing and Presence of the Holy Spirit was so strong that even later at dinner table I still felt Him all over me. Glory!
 
 

The worship at the general sessions was not quite what I had hoped and longed for, although all were skilled musicians and worship leaders³. They planned carefully every detail unto perfection, which seemed to leave little room for the Holy Spirit to be in charge. Strangely, though, during times of practice the Spirit's Presence could be felt wonderfully. The theme was a war-type worship, going into battle against the enemy with the two-edged sword of the Word, and the sword of the Spirit, and was put on view with a sword march.

However, when Dutch Sheets shared passionately about the burden God had placed on his heart for the United States, we experienced strong anointing filling the place. A spiritual “Woodstock” of fervent intercession for the nation and warfare-type worship is in the planning sometime in 2010, divinely inspired and confirmed with Isaiah 44:4, a plot of land of 444 acres, a street address with the number 444 for the event, and one of the planner’s child weighing 44.4 lbs. J The place is in Missouri at Poplar Bluff, near or on the Madrid Faultline⁵ seen here in the shape of a “dallet”, the Hebrew letter for “d”.

My husband’s brother Rick (1 year his junior) came to pick me up from CFNI, and the afternoon and evening spent with him at his home in Carrollton was the first time in all the years we know each other, that we actually talked and shared about ourselves and our lives. It was most rewarding. 

The next day we drove to my husband’s youngest sister’s home in McKinney for a family reunion of his closest relatives. Ruth-Ann’s husband is into Real Estate and a builder⁴, and I was simply amazed at the size of their mansion. The family reunion was a success, and Betzalel’s sister Emmy came with the good news that the latest MRI showed her lungs cleared from cancer. She was the main reason why I had requested this get-together. I brought anointing oil from Israel and wanted to pray for her. Inexplicably I forgot to do this very thing, which greatly troubled and saddened me when I realized it. It was out of character for me to have forgotten a matter as important as anointing Emmy and praying for her healing and salvation (although I already had prayed, of course). Ladell inferred that perhaps Emmy was not ready for such a thing and that the Lord may therefore have kept me from doing this. 

Following the family reunion, Rick drove me to Farmers Branch to a dear friend I’ve known since 1977. We had so much to share and to talk about. The next morning we went to attend the service at St. Paul Lutheran Church at Webbs Chapel. I was shocked to see only a few people attending, three of whom did recognize and greet me graciously.