What better way to begin a new year than drawing near to our Heavenly Father – to know Him – to really know Him – to see Him.
Therefore, let us begin 2018 with our Daddy.
VISION:
The throne on which the Father was sitting was bejeweled with intangibles: righteousness, justice, holiness, mercy and other virtues.
THE PRICELESS ABOVE
Epaggelias (the Angel of Promises) spoke as he saw me gazing more intently into the light surrounding the throne, “It is the things that are not that are in heaven, Anna.”
I felt that he meant the things that are not tangible.
Epaggelias continued, “The priceless is uncreated. These the enemy wants, for their value is beyond gold. He will give mere gold and silver for them, but it is not a fair exchange. Wisdom, prudence, joy, peace, truthfulness, faithfulness – these adorn the throne of the almighty One. Mere jewels cannot compare. The streets here are gold, but faith is a jewel beyond compare, mercy a commodity more precious than diamonds.”1
I looked into the awesome light of our God. “Daddy,” I whispered.
THE FATHER
Within the resplendent light, part of my Father’s form could be seen. I could see what appeared to be His feet and that which looked like a garment falling in drapes to the sea of glass. Flashes of lightening were in this garment. Within the searing light, I could see something of His hands and the loose sleeves covering His arms. Above His waist, the light emanating from Him was so blinding in its intensity, purity, and holiness that I could see no further.
My Father spoke to me, “Anna, My child,” He said. Jesus turned to smile at me. Epaggelias gestured for me to move forward, closer to the throne.
STANDING BEFORE THE FATHER
I did so, rubber-legged, moving nearer to that all-consuming light. I dropped to my knees and bowed my face to the sea of glass.
Jesus stepped over to me and helped me to rise, strengthening me as He did so. “My sister is here to see You, Father.”
As I rose to my feet, the Father’s arms of light came out from all that splendor and picked me up, lifting me high into the air. The action seemed as natural as a father picking up his child.
OUR FATHER’S LAP
He set me on His lap.
I was so overwhelmed with love and gratitude and relief, that without thinking, I held up my arms and buried my face into the light. The response was like that of a child who would bury its face in the parent’s clothing.
“Daddy,” I said, sensing peace, unbelievable peace.
“You are precious to Me, Anna.”
“I love You, Daddy.”
“And I love you, Anna,” He said, drawing me closer.
As we sat there enjoying one another, He began to address my innermost thoughts.
HOPE
He said, “Those who are called to draw near to Me will share in My peace. But only those who have hope have peace, continual peace. If hope is gone, the soul is tossed to and fro seeking safe harbor, Anna. I want My children’s eyes set on Me, hoping in Me, not looking at the passing panorama of earthly events being played out before them. I want them to look beyond, to look up, to see at last the distant shore toward which they are sailing, filling their hearts and minds, their eyes and ears with Me. This will bring the hope that gives peace.”
I sat up and looked into the greater light of the area that would be His face if I could have seen it.
DEEPER INTO GOD
My Father continued, “If they delight in Me, Anna, their desires will carry them deeper into Me. Then, as they are drawn into Me, so will they leave the Earth’s orbit in greater and greater degrees. Soon, like gravity, the pull from My realm, the desire for Me – to know Me and to experience the eternal while in the temporal – will become so strong that they will be set free from Earth’s orbit and will be drawn more and more swiftly into Mine. I do not wish to dwell in a dark cloud any longer. I want My children to know their Father. I want them to see Me and hear Me, for I am a loving Father to them, Anna, and I care for every breath they take. Truth, who is My Son, came into the world. Many have ‘seen’ and walked out of the prison doors. But My Son came to reveal Me. Now that revelation will become present reality. The unfolding, the accomplishment of that earthly mission, which began with the unveiling of My Son, will reach a present clarity unaccomplished before.”
VISION OF TROUBLED WATERS
I saw a hand moving back and forth in a pool of water, disturbing any clear reflection from being seen.
[This illustration is from my 1996 journal.]
“As the waters of mankind become more and more troubled,” my Father said, “the spiritual pool will become clearer.” (Then I saw a hand held over a clear pool and reflected perfectly within the clear water.) “My children will know Me. Will you help Me, Anna?”
[This illustration is from my 1996 journal.]
OFFERED A RESPONSIBILITY
“If you need me, Daddy,” I said.
“I have raised you up in this hour to see into the heavenly realm, to fly in the rarified air with the while Eagle, to rest in the Eagle’s nest, and to taste of the
delights that are to come by eating from My hand so that you may eat and others digest what you have eaten.”13
“How, Daddy?”
“By giving them hope by allowing them to see and experience through your eyes and experiences. I will say through you, ‘Hope,’ for I am doing a new thing in these days; all who hunger and thirst for Me will eat and drink. You will be My chancellor.”
“Like of the exchequer?” I blurted out before I knew it (for I had only heard the term mentioned in these days on the British Broadcasting Corporation).
“No,” my Father laughed, “My secretary.”
“Oh,” I said relieved, for I thought I might be able to handle a secretarial assignment – with the Lord’s help, I quickly added to myself.
LETTERS FROM HOME
My Father continued, “You will tell of what you have seen and heard. You will reveal My heart and give hope by revealing ‘home’ to others. Your words will be like letters from home to those in the field. When a soldier is on the battlefield, a letter from home telling of the people and places of home gives the solider great hope. He keeps going because he longs for home and realizes that he is greatly loved. Hope, Anna, is a gift to mankind. Without hope, they languish.”
“Why have you chosen me, Daddy?”
“Because you are simple, Anna, and know little. Before the foundations of the world, I called you, not because you are wise or intelligent, but because I delight in you. My Son delights in you. The Holy Spirit delights in you. And I have brought you to Myself this day to ask for your help.”
“YES”
“Of course I will help You,” I said, “but Daddy, please help me to refrain from sinning against You. I want to represent You truly. Please keep me pure so that I might not defile this gift or the trust that You have placed in me.”
ONLY IN HIM
I continued listening to my Father speak to me. “In Him, Anna, in My Son. I trust only in Him. It is His life, His ministry, and the work of the Holy Spirit through you. My dear child, you are completely untrustworthy. As the life of My Son increases within you, it appears that you are more trustworthy, but actually, it is only Him; it always will remain only Him.”
He paused briefly before continuing. “Now, Anna, you must give yourself time to be with Me. Chancellors must grow into their duties and anointing and authority. My child, My heart is turned toward the children. Show them My heart that they may turn toward Me.”
He picked me up from His lap and placed me before Him on the sea of glass as He said, “Now, stand before Me.”
THE AWESOME CONVOCATION
Within the throne room something tremendous seemed to be happening. From all directions there was a great gathering of angels converging upon the throne area. Some were flying and had wings; some did not. There seemed to be myriads and myriads of angels aloft within the throne room, and those within the radiance joined them.
A ripple of sound began near the throne and moved out through the angelic ranks. As the tone increased, singing began until it reached a crescendo at the outer edges of the heavenly host who was in flight. It was as though whatever originated near the throne passed through the others, allowing the singing to swell and then be released outward. The sound was exhilarating.
Praise You beyond the highest heaven.
Praise You beyond the lowest depth.
Praise You for Your loving presence.
Praise You for Your judgments blest.
Praise You, sun and moon together.
Praise You, whirling wheels and stars.
Praise You, angel chorus sounding.
Praise You near and praise far.
Children sing Your praises, Father.
Maidens praise You, holy Son.
Holy Spirit, we adore You.
Finish now what You have begun.
Started long ago, hallelujah,
When together we did sing,
Blessed Father, Son, and Spirit,
To You, O God, our praise we bring.
(The redeemed joined in the chorus.)
Praise Your holy name, hallelujah,
Praise Your holy name, hallelujah,
Praise Your holy name, hallelujah,
Praise Your holy name.
Suddenly, angels without number began blowing trumpets. The sound was awesome, electrifying, glorious. As the trumpets sounded, everyone present began to proclaim fervently:
Glory to God.
Glory to God.
Glory to God.
Glory to God.
I had never been a part of anything so powerful. It took my breath away. At the end of the proclamation, the elders threw down their crowns and fell on their faces before the throne, and so did the four living creatures and all the redeemed and angels who were on the sea of glass within the throne room. I too fell on my face before God, for who could stand? The angels aloft held their places at attention.
Then one lone shofar blew. It seemed that the sound echoed throughout heaven. As the sound died away, fire and peels of thunder and lightning began to belch from the throne.
God almighty spoke, “Stand to your feet, Anna.”
I stood, but I was trembling. Everyone else stood also.
