THE POWER OF PRAYER by Rosalie Storment

 Mary Fox Murphy, President, Christian Women’s Outreach and International Prayer Network, and my friend writes, “Prayer changes things! Every praying Christian knows this is an absolute fact.  However, with the help of technology, prayer itself is changing.  With the advent of rapid communication delivery systems, prayer has entered a unified, worldwide dimension.  E-mail and fax capabilities make it possible to send prayer requests around the world instantly.  Thousands of intercessors can be praying for a critical situation within thirty minutes.  When thousands or perhaps millions , networked in worldwide prayer, begin to beseech God for a critical, personal difficulty, a no-hope condition , or an international crisis, miracles begin to happen.  Such was the case for Rosalie Willis from Post Falls, Idaho.”  

I’m alive today because of global prayer.   Treasured friends and strangers around the world took time out of their busy schedules to fervently pray for me as the Lord healed me of multiple strokes, three code blues, multiple seizures, paralysis, blindness, deafness, 10 hours of surgery, a month in the hospital, and as I learned to breathe, talk, and walk again.


    A year and a half after my brush with death, I visited Israel for the Feast of Tabernacles, I met many from different parts of the world who, when they heard that I was Rosalie Willis, exclaimed, “I was praying for last year”.  Then we’d hug, laugh, and praise God that we got to meet, that He answered their prayers, and that He’s totally healed me!  

    On January 15, 1998, while packing for a conference in Yakima, Washington, a paisley pattern blocked the vision in my left eye as I was overcome by a sickening feeling of weakness.  After resting for an hour, I seemed to be fine. Five days later, however, I returned from Yakima feeling extremely weak.

    A speaking invitation on my answering machine requested that I come to Cove, Oregon.  Because this trip was important to me, I make the five-hour trip alone by car.

    Disturbing symptoms continued to plague me.  As I lay in bed at night, I heard a gurgling sound in my neck.  The weakness in my body increased, so I drove home a day early.  Once home, weakness again consumed me.  This time I had to grab hold of a chair to keep from falling.  I promised myself I would see my doctor the next day.

The doctor wasn’t available so a nurse practitioner examined me.  She cleaned out my ears and told me that I had water on my eardrums.  An antibiotic and antihistamine was prescribed, and I left.  Later that day I saw more jagged, brilliantly colored lights even when my eyes were closed.  But by the time I got home that day, the lights disappeared and I seemed normal.  

    That night two seizures flailed me about like a rag doll, flinging me to the floor.  When I called the hospital, the doctor said, “Come in immediately.”  It was in the middle of the night and I was home alone.   I knew it wasn’t safe to drive myself to the hospital, so I agreed to call my doctor first thing in the morning.  I also called friends from A Company of Women to pray.

    On Wednesday, January 28, I went to the emergency room of the local hospital, knowing that something was drastically wrong with me.  After describing my symptoms to the ER doctor, and MRI and a barrage of other tests were ordered.

 The next day my daughter, Shanette, flew in from Seattle to stay with me in the hospital.  Test indicated a problem in my carotid artery.  Assuming that the artery was clogged, the doctor scheduled me for surgery the following day.

I suffered a stroke at 5:00 in the morning.  The hospital staff called a code blue.  At the same time, the Lord woke women from A Company of Women and instructed them to pray for me.  Three hours later I regained consciousness but was paralyzed, blind, deaf, and unable to speak or breathe on my own.  Most of the alarming symptoms disappeared within hours.  When the surgeon began to operate later that morning, he discovered that the artery wasn’t clogged but was torn.  I was bleeding internally.

    While on the operation table, my heart stopped and a 2nd code blue was called. They again brought me back. After five hours of reconstructive surgery, the surgeon broke the news to my family, “I’ve done all I can ,” he said. “There’s not much hope.”

    Two hours later, I awoke in the ICU Recovery Unit only to hear my surgeon say, “we’re taking her back in.”

    The monitors indicated that I wasn’t responding properly.  Another arduous five-hour surgery transpired.  The surgeon approached my family a second time, giving some hope if only I could survive the night.

    I woke up at 11 P.M. in ICU.  I was on oxygen and had tubes extending from me in all directions.  My face was so swollen that I was unrecognizable.  The pain was unbearable.

    Trying to bring the swelling down, they put a block of ice wrapped in a towel on my neck but the weight of the  ice increased the pain.  My dear Shanette brought packages of frozen peas in small plastic bags and rotated them throughout the night.  It worked.

    The Lord had also alerted precious intercessors around the world to pray for me.

    After the initial crisis, my daughter, family, and friends had contacted intercessors across the U.S. and in international prayer networks around the world to pray.  They were told that the next few days were critical to my survival.  Shanette’s loving 24-hour presence in my hospital room during my hospital stay was also critical to my survival.  God gave her the wisdom to know what to do at the right time.  I was stabilizing although I was still in critical condition.

   Four days later I suffered a third stroke and a third code blue.  Once again, they brought me back.  God’s people were praying, and His intercessors continued to carry me.     

For almost a month, I wasn’t allowed to sit up, get out of bed, shower, or wash my hair.  Everything had to be done for me.  I had to learn to breathe, talk, and walk again.  The muscles and nerves in my left arm shut down for three months because of the swelling in my neck.  The Lord miraculously brought completer restoration and use to that arm.  When I was released a month later, my recovery amazed the doctors.

    During the second month of my recovery, Shanette commuted back and forth from Seattle.  She worked three days a week and then spent the next four days caring for me.  She scheduled around-the-clock care for me.  Friends from A company of Women came to my home for their appointed time of care but often stayed over to enjoy the love and fellowship of other dear friends.  The house was always filled with loving, laughing, worshiping, and praying women.  What a wonderful way to heal!

    On Easter Sunday, April 12, 1998, the celebration of Jesus’ resurrection became my day of resurrection as well.  I attended church and rejoiced over my miraculous healing and restoration.  The nurse who had cared for me in the hospital was also in the service that morning. At first she didn’t recognize me because she had only seen me at death’s door.  When she realized who I was, her obvious shock of seeing my full recovery spread across her face.  Others were stunned when they heard of my brushes with death, and their faith was strengthened as they witnessed my recovery.

    A year and a half later I visited Israel for the Feast of Tabernacles.  I met many people who, when they heard that I was Rosalie Willis, exclaimed, “I was praying for you last year!”   We hugged, laughed, and praised God that we got to meet and that He answered their prayers!

God is still in the miracle-working business as we pray in one accord!  Although I don’t know how many people prayed, I’m fully persuaded that became of their faithfulness to intercede, I’m alive, restored, and able to continue this wonderful adventure of loving God and loving His people.

    “Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him, and afflicted.

    But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by his wounds we are healed.” ISAIAH 53:4,5

P.S. About a dozen years later we saw my surgeon at a dinner party.  He had been retired for a number of years. He greeted us joyously and said that I was truly one of his greatest miracles.

Featured photo- Rosalie and daughter Shanette in Israel

In America, God was Invited Back Today!

In America today, we had an amazing event: a Presidential Inauguration. But it was much more than just ceremony and patriotic displays – our Lord, Jesus Christ, was invited into America again.
Not everyone was happy about it, but that’s to be expected. But no longer do we have a President who says he will stand with Islam if the wind shifts. We have someone who invited Christ to protect us. 
Islamic leaders demanded Donald Trump remove Franklin Graham from the lineup of Clergy. He refused. Many evangelicals condemned Paula White-Cain as one of his clergy choices. But she has been instrumental in praying for him and has been a friend for several years, so that didn’t happen either. Faithfulness on display for all to see.
Two of the clergy who prayed today were Charismatic, signifying that the Holy Spirit is welcome.  A Rabbi was invited to pray, signifying that Israel is welcome. The others shared Scripture and prayers of blessing and wisdom…many in Jesus’ Name. Only Christian clergy and one Rabbi were invited.
If you are among those bitter and angry that Donald Trump was elected, then it’s time to repent and check your hearts. We must all stand together as the church. There is much to do now, and we must listen closely to the heart of the Father. We must remove all strife, bitterness, anger, division, hatred from among us.
Let us not be as Joshua was, with a major victory at Jericho, and then a defeat at Ai (Joshua 7:2-5). It’s time to pray for our leaders, pray for each other, and be sensitive to the Holy Spirit. Love, Faye

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to all of our heart friends across the world!
We all know that Jesus wasn’t born on the Days we celebrate His birth. 
But frankly I get tired of people who sarcastically say that Christmas is a “pagan” holiday. No, the holiday that we redeemed was a pagan holiday. Christmas is the celebration of Jesus.
It doesn’t matter what something WAS, it matters what it IS. Just like you and I were transformed by His love, whatever we were before is no longer true. We are new creatures in Christ.
Jesus came to make all things new, to take back what the devil stole in the first place. By taking back “holidays” for Him, we’ve transplanted the tree of life in place of the devil’s darkness.
So say “Merry Christmas” all you want and don’t let the naysayers bother you. We belong to the King of kings and we celebrate His birth, His life, His death and resurrection. We are now eternal just like Jesus.
Merry Christmas, beloved friends!  

Mirror, Mirror

Do you know who you are?
At this point in history most of us stand in front of the mirror and yank out the gray hairs, as well as try to ‘paint our barn’ (put on makeup) so that we don’t scare people when we go out in public. Men, they’re usually less vain. Usually. 
But do we ever stop and think about who we are? Most of the time, as we hobble down the stairs or try to bend over and almost fall over… we think, why, Lord? I know I have more work to do for You, why do I feel so OLD?
The answer is found in 2 Corinthians 12:9-10
  “And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. (10) Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
We  may be old, we may be young, we may be infirm, we may not, we may be tough in one area and not in another – but in all things it is Christ Who strengthens us.
When you look in the mirror, you need to see Christ looking back at you. You need to see that it’s not you, the one who is weak, it is He who is Strong!
So you can still pull out the gray hairs, or smear the makeup on your face, but remember, you’re only as old or young as Christ in you. He is in you, He is with you, His Spirit surrounds you. You are a lion/lioness of the King of kings. Love, Faye

The Lion of Judah

The creator of the featured photo sent me a lovely print because when I looked at the white lion looking up with the light touching his face, I saw Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. Amazingly, that’s also what he envisioned when he saw how his photo came out.
As we traverse this difficult time in history, when wickedness abounds and things seem upside down, picture Jesus as the Lion of Judah. His Presence is powerful, and nothing can touch us without His permission. He died and rose again for us…to be His friends is a remarkable blessing.
And He roars so that all around Him can hear when someone tries to harm His beloved. (That’s you!)
We have the King of kings, the Great Creator as our friend. He is exceedingly dangerous to others…but loving and merciful to us. It is amazing to think about. Surrounded by the angels and living creatures of the Throne Room, engulfed in majesty so mind boggling we cannot comprehend it.
So don’t be afraid of what is coming, or what is happening. Snuggle up to the Lion of Judah and listen to His heartbeat.  He will never leave you nor forsake you. Love, Faye

It’s Almost Winter …Again

Seasons come and go, the leaves turn colors and fall from the trees…do you realize that they are pictures of what happens to the Body of Believers? 

When a tree grows lush and green, it appears to flourish. But then the leaves begin to turn colors and they are beautiful. Take out the camera. Gorgeous, right?  What happens after they turn?


Fall photo by Tom Michalski, Brennan, Washington, Used by permission

They fall from the tree. 

I once desperately asked God not to allow the leaves to fall from a church we had back in the 80’s. I could see it coming, we were flourishing, had a packed room, the Spirit was moving…but it felt unstable. That’s hard to explain.

I remember the Lord impressed a picture on me – the seed pockets of those trees MUST fall from the tree and be carried away by the wind, or the tree cannot reproduce itself. I wasn’t to be dismayed by the scattering of the seeds, because it was part of the cycle of life. 

My pastor  had a heart attack after that night, and eventually went back to school to get his graduate degree. By then, the church was scattered, just like the seeds in my vision.

I was saddened by it, but because the Lord showed me His purpose, I was able to move on. That pastor is still a good friend and we meet up as often as we can to have coffee. And I’m a pastor now, so whatever God wants is fine with me.

Can you move on from things you don’t understand? When it seems like everything is falling apart, can you trust God’s purpose even if you don’t know what it is? 

Love, Faye

Are You Listening to the Lion of Judah?

“Judah, you are he whom your brothers shall praise; your hand shall be on the neck of your enemies; your father’s children hall bow down before you. Judah is a lion’s whelp;from the prey, my son, you have gone up. He bows down, he lies down as a lion; and as a lion, who shall rouse him?” Genesis 49:8,9
This passage is where we obtain the knowledge that Jesus is the Lion of Judah. 
My question to all of you today is: are we walking in His likeness, are we listening to his voice?
In this day in which we live, the sound of God’s Voice is more important than ever before. We must know the difference between the roaring of the enemy and the roaring of the Lion of Judah.
The enemy comes with the sound of defeat, panic, hopelessness, and fear. 
Jesus comes with the sound of power, victory, and hope. When our Lion roars we can be confident that He is claiming us as His own, and He will defend and protect us in these perilous times.
Our part is to love Him, obey His voice, and stay close. Love, Faye

Surviving Gross Darkness

Surviving Gross Darkness
1. Pray with all your heart
2. Praise the Lord with your entire being
3. Drink a cup of calming tea and then stress eat. OK I’m working against that last part. 
Those are my answers to trouble.What are yours? 
These are the days of Noah. These are the days  of love growing cold. These are the days of the fiery furnace. We have a responsibility to fight, to wrestle with the enemy until he gives in and moves on. Ephesians 6:10-18
As some of you may have noticed, yesterday’s PraiseNet held a tough spot for me when I encountered photos of beloved wild mustangs that had been murdered. I had no options, no recourse, no way of helping or fixing it and my heart was broken. God helped me through it. He is faithful always.
All of us at some point come up against things we can’t do anything about. But don’t stick your head in the sand, go to God.
The darkness on the earth is horrifying right now – but we have the tools God gave us. Here are a few of them. 
 Capturing your own mind so that you can focus on the enemy:
“For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ…” 2 Corinthians 10:4,5
Accessing the gifts of the Spirit as needed: 1 Corinthians 12:4-11
Living the fruits of the Holy Spirit: Galatians 5:22-26
The book of Matthew, especially chapters 5 and 6 have tools as well, tools that fly in the face of what WE think.   Isaiah 55: His thoughts are higher than our thoughts.
If you are unaware of the tools He has given us, go back and look them up and get them in deep. The things we are encountering are past our own ability to handle, so we must handle them with God. He is our fortress, our refuge.
Love you all,

Welcome to ACW!

Our new website is now up and running! We hope you will find something here that encourages you, gives you hope, and lets you know that you are loved and valued by the Lord God Almighty. 

Did you know that in the Bible, lavish worship was normal? It wasn’t stodgy, or boring, it was all encompassing. 

When the trumpeters worshiped as one, the Glory of God fell upon them so powerfully that no one could continue. [2 Chronicles 5:13-14]. 

How we long to see that kind of unity in the Body of Christ today! But it cannot occur without love – and since love both of God and our neighbors is where we must start. 

Love is not soapy- it should never stand for something that is against the Word of God. But it should bring life and change to the lives of those around us.

We are heart friends- people who love one another fervently. We hope that you will join us!