The Prayer Cabin

 It has been over two years since I last visited the prayer cabin. I am here now, and it is long overdue. Nestled among the pines and a 90-acre private lake in east Texas, this place has been my sacred get away for the past three decades. I come here to pray extensively and on occasion to write new books. It is hard to believe it has been two years. 

This is not even the same place. A flood damaged the cabin and the whole place was renovated on the inside. Where paneling used to be now is painted sheetrock.  It does have the old outdated rustic furniture, nor the several mounted trophy bass caught from the lake. Two new recliners and a sofa have replaced them with a beautiful coffee table. The dining table where I write is brand new with four chairs around them. It is all brand new on the inside. We will see if it still is the place where I am able to meet with God in profound ways. 

The house sits nearly a mile down a dirt driveway from the Farm to Market Road 287. It is located about three hours southeast of Weatherford, and more like nine hours from a soon to be new home in Fritch, TX. This is my chance to come pray extensively as I enter into my last week as the pastor of Spring Creek Baptist Church. We spent over five years there and have made many memories. We have begun the long painful goodbye to our son and daughter in law, close friends, the church family, while also packing boxes and getting ready to transition to a new ministry and new community. 

It is hard to put into words what this place means to me. It was formerly owned by evangelist James Robison and then was sold to a Dallas businessman who graciously allowed me to use it until he died and now his son owns it. All allowed me access to this place periodically to meet with God. None of those people have any idea how God has used this little two-bedroom cabin to restore my soul, revive my body and spirit, reveal vision, and to meet me in profound ways. 

I will be here for the next 48 hours. Not long, but I hope to make the most of my time here. I was not in the cabin for ten minutes before I opened the lap top and went to work. Gladly devoting myself to the wonderful work of writing. Here I can get lost in my praying and writing for hours on end. There is no television to distract. Just a small home and breathtaking scenery all around. 

The cabin is surrounded by giant oak trees providing shade. From the back porch the lake is less than fifty yards away waters shimmery in the sun. A pine thicket is down a dirt road to my right trees waving in the winds. A creek runs through the middle of that thicket that feeds this lake. On the far side of the lake are rolling hills of lush pasture bordered by more pine trees. 

The owner comes here to fish. I come here to soak God like a sponge. For the next two days I get locked in on Him. Locked in hearing from Him. Reading His word. Seeking His counsel and direction. Basking in His presence. I fully expect multiple significant God encounters. Let them begin even now. To be continued.