Monthly Archives: April 2012

Life Line

ImageWe have Forerunner Basic Training (FBT) at RHOP on Tuesdays from 4 to 6 p.m. to train up forerunners (ages 8 to 18) in the place of prayer. The first hour is typically worship and teaching of the Word on topics pertaining to intimacy with Jesus and the urgency of the hour, along with the seven commitments of a forerunner. (Pray Daily, Fast Weekly, Do Justly, Live Holy, Give Extravagantly, Lead Diligently and Speak Boldly) Then we typically do a prayer walk around the property, praying over needs in the community. The last hour is a time for the kids to spread out in the prayer room for personal prayer, intercession and meditating on the Word through worship, art, writing, pacing around the room, or just sitting still and waiting on God. We recently put down a “life line” as a visual reminder to pray for the ending of abortion, for mothers who are considering abortion or healing for those who have had one, for those considering suicide to “choose life” and for others throughout the city who are bound by addictions. At any point during the time of intercession, they can go over and stand or kneel on the line and cry out for Life. My daughter, Savannah, (age 10) has worn a life band and committed to wear black on fridays ( as a reminder to pray for life for babies. She has also made a commitment to pray at RHOP on Saturdays from 2 to 4 p.m. in addition to her devotion time each day (we call it “daily appointment with the King”). I know some would say, “that’s too much” or “aren’t you expecting too much?” I honestly think we expect far too little from our children. My dad was a principal, coach, teacher, counselor and mentor and he always used to say, “Children will rise to the level of expectation you set for them.” I struggled with my lack of puppet skills or fun activities when the Lord first called me to train up forerunners. That is, until I went to the Signs and Wonders Camp at the International House of Prayer in Kansas City last year. I attended one of the evening sessions and though they had a couple of fun games for fifteen minutes before the meeting started, those kids (ages 8-12) worshipped and prayed for themselves and each other and their cities and nation, etc. for THREE HOURS. It went by so fast and I was astonished. I was corrected and challenged that day that my expectations were way too low.

When the Israelites were entering into the promised land, God had high expectations for His children:

And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.” –Deut. 6:6-9

I marvel sometimes at what Daniel’s parents must have been like. Taken away into captivity as a young boy and immersed in a pagan culture, he knew how to “get ahold of God” and continued to fast and pray at regular times throughout his lifetime, NO MATTER WHAT happened to him or how he might have been threatened or persecuted. The hour is urgent and in the coming Storm, I want to know that my daughter is trained in such a way that no matter what happens, she will have so hidden the Word in her heart and have developed such habitual disciplines that she will KNOW how to get ahold of God, to grab hold of the “Life Line” of prayer. Don’t get me wrong–she is still a normal ten year-old who would play the Wii or nintendo ds for hours if i would let her. But I don’t, because I know that when chaos hits or tragedy strikes, it is not knowing how to get to “world 5” on Super Mario Bros. that will help her. It is the Word of God and prayer. The Lord showed me once that if I stopped feeding her natural food or even if I let her binge on junk food all day every day, it would be considered child abuse. Yet, we starve our children from the “spiritual food” found in the Word and let them “binge” on spiritual junk food (i.e., video games, television, texting, surfing the internet). God help us. No, really, let’s pray that right now. God HELP US as parents to teach this “generation of Jacob” to wrestle with God in the place of prayer as Jacob did and not let go until He blesses them–until their “walk” is different, until He changes their name and their character.

These mighty warriors in our homes are World-changers, History-makers. Forerunners. In the past year of FBT, we have seen families saved, sick bodies healed, bondages broken and relationships restored because a few kids found the “Life Line” and refused to let go. They are the “John the Baptist” generation that will prepare the way of the Lord. We must train them because if we don’t, no one else will. We must train them in the disciplines of prayer and fasting (even if from candy or video games for a day) and study of the Word.

They are not too young to stand on the Life Line.



Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.–Psalm 84:5

Several years ago, I “set my heart” on a pilgrimage, asking God to use our little Gideon group to establish night and day prayer in our small town of Coweta, OK (pronounced KO-WEETA, not Cow-eta). We lease a space in Oak Grove Shopping Center, on hwy 51, also known as “William (Bill) Bright Expressway”, just outside of Tulsa. In the beginning, I thought it was about setting “watchmen on the wall” (Isaiah 62) or setting up a watch of the Lord like the Moravians in Germany so that “the fire on the altar” would not go out (Lev. 6:13). I thought it was about filling prayer slots so that SOMEone was praying in our city 24 hours a day, seven days a week. I thought it was about tearing down denominational walls and seeing churches come together in unity to worship and pray and evangelize our city. I thought it was about preparing the Bride or at least praying that she would make Herself ready for Her soon-to-return BrideGroom King, Jesus. I thought it was about praying for the lost people in my city to experience the Real Love of Christ or about holding up the arms of the spiritual leaders, as Aaron and Hur held up Moses’ arms during battle. But after nearly three years of “showing up” for prayer day after day, week after week, no matter who came or how boring or what prayers were answered, after sitting at His feet again and again and gazing into those eyes of fire, I realize it about so much more. Or maybe I should say it is about so much less. It is really about becoming a 24-hour house of prayer, myself, a prepared vessel and dwelling place for God. It is about becoming a woman of “One Thing”–to seek after and dwell in His Presence to behold His beauty all the days of my life (Psalm 27:4), to be Loved (by God) and then to BE LOVE to everyone I meet.

I “process” what I am learning best when I talk it out, teach it or write it so I’ve decided to start this blog to record my journey, in hopes that along the way, I will discover what it really means to “build a house of prayer.” I wrote several entries on another site and hope to include them here, but I seemed to have trouble inserting images or media before so I’m going to try using this one and see how it goes. There is one thing I have definitely learned along this “pilgrimage” and feel confident in saying right off….that is that even though I “set my heart” on this pilgrimage several years ago, I have to keep setting it again and again. I often feel like Allie with dementia in the movie “The Notebook”, who keeps forgetting who she is and needs her husband to come and read their story each day just to remind her who she is and why she is there. I have wanted to “cut and run” more times than I can count, but somehow my Husband never lets go and keeps “telling the story” again and again to “bring me back Home”. So here goes–I’m setting my heart on a pilgrimage. Again. My strength is IN HIM and He IS the end result. The Goal, my exceedingly great Reward. It can be done. It’s going to be worth it. And if I build it, He will come.