The Treehouse

Book-satchel in tow, I scrambled off the dusty, yellow school bus onto where the farm-to-market road comes to a “T.” Finally home, I was glad to leave the hand-clapping game in the front of the bus and the loud kissing in the back. My second-grade stomach grumbled loudly, anticipating the brownies my mother promised to bake. As I rounded the …

Your Pilot Light of Prayer

Before time existed, the Fire burned. This blazing Fire ignites character, consuming one and sparking another into a warm glow. Those that stand the test of fire kindle into a pinpoint of light to shine within darkness. They themselves are not the Fire but re-present the Flame, like an ever-ready pilot light. You are that pilot light. Small but unquenchable, …

Bonbons from Heaven

The height and depth and breadth of parables happen around us all the time. But sometimes, you must wait a lifetime to realize the significance of the moment. Kernels of truth dropped in mundane soil will bear fruit only when given space in your memory. My parable starts with a sticky preschooler I knew well and was trying to raise …

The Kingdom Bin

Timidly, I stood at the entryway, peering into the light. With a tiny seed of tremulous faith, I stepped inside while my eyes adjusted to the radiance. I paused and noticed that beside me, just inside the door, sat a large box heaped with various items.  The contents caught my eye because of the value of the assorted items. From …

The Day I Lost the Key

There is an exhaustion so absolute that you find yourself counting minutes before you can crawl between the sheets. In my experience, that overload usually involved an overseas flight and jetlag. No matter how we adjusted our flight schedule, crossing the international date-line always depleted our reserves. I suppose any continual twenty-six-hour trip will do that. Our plane trip had been …

What I Want

Powerful moments often slip up on you. They may be disguised in ordinary situations but can stay with you for a lifetime. Such was our incident with the scissors. It occurred several years ago when our 5-year-old granddaughter complained that her shears weren’t cutting. I gently tried to show her how to hold them more effectively, but I could tell …

An Intercessor’s Cry

By: Myrna Weaver – Sanctuary City Intercessor “Dear Heavenly Father, You have drawn me aside to read I Samuel. The destruction of Eli’s family and the sins of Samuel’s sons are in this portion of scripture. I Samuel 2:12,17 says, “Now the sons of Eli were useless men; they did not know the Lord. And so the sin of the …

Let There Be Light

Holy Father, Thank You that You are Light, and in You, there is no darkness at all (1 John 1:5). Your Face is like the sun in all its brilliance, and the essence of Your glory illumines everything around You (Revelation 1:16, 18:1). Your radiance is like sunlight with beams shining from Your Hand (Habakkuk 3:4 ISV). Thank You, Father of Lights, …

The Ladder

Standing at the base of the ladder, I allowed my eyes to follow its ascent upward. Taller than the giant sequoias, the uppermost reach of the rungs extended out of my eyesight. The view was spectacular, yet I remained focused on my intent.  I’d come by way of invitation, and as I waited, light filtered around me. Brilliant, warm, and …