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Israel, Syria, NWO, Russia – Bible Prophecy Update

The A Minute to Midnite Show: Amir Tsarfati joins Tony from Israel to discuss what is happening in the Middle East as we see Bible Prophecy unfolding. This interview begins with a discussion on the…

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Are you ready?

A few words from Amir ahead of his August ministry tour in Hawaii and California Are you ready? Do you understand the times and the seasons? The words of Jesus concerning the end times together wit…

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The Pond

Diary of a God Girl

“Fill me with Your Holy Spirit, I said, and lead me throughout the day.”

I have been working on some writing projects and felt led to go to a particular coffee house. I got my drink and set computer up with plug in wall.  I propped my boots up on chair across table, unloaded notes and opened Bible.

I get to writing.

No sooner am I all settled in and comfy, ready to spit out words from crazy head, does it become freezing in the place.   I think, surely they will turn the air off or at least turn it down.

Words froze in head.

It is unusually cold to the point that I could not even concentrate on the spelling of a word let alone the writing of a word.

I gather stuff up and head for car.  I sit before steering wheel in parking lot.

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The Lord’s Prayer

I am inviting you to join me in saying, The Lord’s Prayer for 40 days.   Beginning Aug, 5th thru Sept. 13th, I will be praying, the ‘prayer we ought to pray’, 3 times each day at 9am, 1pm and 5pm. It’s easy, just set a reminder on your smartphone and wherever you are, stop what you’re doing and join in once or 3 times each day, out-loud or under your breath. I believe we are living in the end times and I believe God is moving sovereignly and swiftly among us. With no reference to ‘me’ or ‘I’, The Lord’s Prayer is the perfect prayer to pray, for ‘us’ as a people and ‘U.S.’ as a nation. Let’s keep our lives in check while bowing our hearts together to God Almighty. Let’s watch the Holy Spirit of Truth move in the lives of believer’s, and unbeliever’s. Let’s awaken the heartland of a nation whose reverence for God has fallen fast away from the very foundation in which it was built upon, the rock of salvation, Jesus Christ!



Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom,

and the power, and the glory,

for ever and ever.


Love Storm

A southern storm is moving in outside my window.  The sky purple and black hangs restless over these Tennessee hills and a staggering sadness fills the clouds and my brown eyes too.

My heart beats in minor key about to strum up some change in me, rain in me.  I say, “Go ahead, play your sad song and change me happy!  Let the tears precious fill to the rim and fall brave over the craggy rocks in me.  Just like those clouds getting ready to burst open and pound tons of spit on the drought down here, go ahead, RAIN, you looming clouds!  Let’m all wring out dry!”

I can swim.

Way up high, beyond the dark gloom the sun sits golden next to Dorothy’s rainbow.  That twister couldn’t scare her sun away.  The sun is always there above the clouds like God burning bright even if we can’t see it. 

No light switch can turn that power off.

And so, God, the Master puppeteer, gets to puppeteering those clouds, lining them up for the perfect storm in the earth of me and you.  Uncertainty takes center stage, chilling fear and tempting winds of rebellion take their mark.  Sun ball hides out in the wings waiting for its cue with all the birds and the blue sky and the buttercups and the rainbow too.

As for the leaves, orange and brown and yellow, life has come to an end.  They break off from their limbs and fall in soft circles like a swirling fire ready to be quenched.  Some land crisp on the dirt and crush under my boot and some land in my hands waiting for me to let them go.

I hold change in the palm of my hands.

I grip fast to the heart rope, one end tattered in my fist and the other end way up past the clouds, lassoed around the giant belly of the sun.  I swing back and forth from doubt to faith, fear to trust in between the circling leaves and the dying things in me.  The pumping of the blood breaks heart seams and self-made boundaries,  busting faith wide open for a bigger love.

Big Faith.

Break Thread.

Grow Heart.

Only God can stretch the boundaries of our faith with His love storm and break open the thread that stitches our hearts tight shut.

We all get lost in our swirling storms just like Dorothy did but God promises that He will be there before, during and after every storm.  The only place we will ever find peace in the cold of life is to keep our eyes on God and look inside the crevices of our hearts where God longs to live and breathe life and love into all things.  Jesus died so we could be found in Him.  Jesus is our only way our of every storm.

God is our best compass in our lost times.

Funny, the things we find in our own back yards, in the back of our own hearts.  We murmur under the willow weeping waiting for someone to find us, for God to hear our prayers.  And just when the sky turns so black inside , when we think we will never see the light of day, there it is.

The Light is in you and me.

I am grateful for the storm moving in and the sun getting ready to beam yellow.  I thank God for filling the rooftop of my heart heavy with debris.  How I need the rain for the loosening of the yuck, the scrapping away of the dinge in me.  

We all have dinge.

When we feel the change starting to move in all uncomfortable and strange, it’s gonna be ok, because even though everything changes around us there is One Light in us and above the clouds that will always shine.  The only thing in this busted world that will never change is God and the promise of hope through Jesus that was poured out on all of us on that day when His sky turned black with pain.  And when rain flooded the eyes of the faithful, God was up there puppeteering those clouds and His Son perfectly in place.  Yeah, God rose His Son up from that cross, and took all those splinters out of Him and now Jesus is the only One who can take all the splinters out of me and you. 

When the last thunder rolls, the still quiet sweeps love and hope and victory into our heart holes and a silver string wraps around each cloud like a gift from heaven.  The sun races to the stage and hits its mark high and bright, the birds go tweet and the bud that was reaching up for years finally opens and sips in the lingering drizzle, resurrecting life.  And the butterflies and the bees play see-saw on the petals pink and white and purple.



When I was a little girl, I had a short, yet poignant conversation with my father. We were sitting on our plastic covered couch in the living room when I turned to him and said, “I feel different from all the other kids.”  My father answered, “What do you mean, different?” I said, “I feel like a light-bulb is on top of my head and it goes with me wherever I go. I think people can see it when they look at me.”  My father replied with absolute certainty, “That is the light of the Lord.”

One late afternoon, I stood by my mother as she was cooking dinner on the stove.  With brows squeezed and Bazooka breath I stated boldly, “I don’t want to be an actress like everyone else.  I want to help people.”  My mother smiled sweetly and answered, “Oh honey, you won’t make any money doing that.”  So what did I do?  I became an actress?

At an early age, my heart seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, not toward Color Forms or Barbie Dolls, but toward broken people and Jesus things.  Yet, at the same time, it was filled with fear.  Frozen fear.  The kind that sews your lips shut until the words pile up in your mouth and stay stuck in your throat.  As the years came and went, I began to realize as intense as my pursuit of God was so was Satan’s pursuit to keep me from ever uttering one word.

My life had been a tumultuous ride of trial and tribulation.  The light-bulb on top of my head, though dim at times, never burned out.  The thread that somehow tied itself to the inside of my belly button kept pulling, sometimes dragging me along in the right direction.  It is only by the gracious hand of God, I have been saved.  And it is only by the prompting of God’s call on my life that I am destined to tell you the truth.  The Truth about who God is through His Son, Jesus and the truth about what God has brought me through.   

John 6:44  says, “No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws them; and I will raise them up in the last day.”

All my life, God, Himself, through Jesus, had been personally pursuing me.  Like a magnet, I was drawn to Him because He was drawing me to Himself, making me want to have a relationship with Him.  This explains why I always land at His feet, time and time again.  It also explains why some people don’t have the desire to pursue a relationship with Him, to the extent that I do.  God is not drawing them to Himself on the same level He is drawing me according to His purpose for my life.  God longs to have a relationship with all of us through Jesus.  He is a Gentleman and waits for the perfect moment to make His way inside a heart.  If we draw near to Him, He will draw near to us. 


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