The Prayer Tree 🌳
Where Jesus placed me 💟
The Heart ❤️ Behind this Creation:
One day while running the trail,
I tripped and flew high into the air and fell hard🚨
landing directly onto the sharp point of a rock that struck my heart❤️🩹
Everything stopped 🛑
I remember the impact.
The pain piercing my chest.
The darkness.
Then… silence.
And suddenly, I felt myself being carried — gently rushed down the path in the warmest embrace of glowing light 🔆
In His arms, I felt completely whole.
Completely loved.
Perfectly safe ❤️
I didn’t want it to ever end 🤗
As He placed me beneath the shelter of the tree, I saw the wounds in His hands…
and I knew exactly who had rescued me
Jesus had saved me.
The backs of my neck, arms, and legs were badly sunburned.
My knees were bruised and bleeding.
I had clearly been unconscious long enough for the desert sun to burn my skin.
But somehow, my heart had been protected 🙏
I remember thinking about the Armor of God…
about the breastplate protecting the heart ❤️
My chest was bruised deeply — all the way to my heart.
If you’ve ever broken ribs, you understand that kind of pain.
For nearly two weeks, I could barely pull myself out of bed on my own.
No running.
No trail.
Just excruciating pain.
But even through the physical pain…
my heart was overflowing with Peace and Love☮️
Jesus had saved me ✝️
From that day forward, I stopped
To pray.
To cry.
To listen.
To say “The Our Father”
To Thank Him✝️
And every time I stood beneath its branches, I felt the presence of our Father ❤️
It became holy ground to me 💟
Read further down👇about the day I got my voice🗣️
The Day I Got My Voice 🗣️
One evening, I was painting a red heart rock near the tree —
the same cross-and-heart design that would later become our logo
As I squatted painting, two giant poodles 🐩 suddenly came flying around the corner and knocked me backward 😄
Their owner hurried around the corner of the tree.
He had a thick accent and was from another country.
We could barely communicate, but he pointed to the rock and asked:
“Why you paint this cross?”
And for the first time in my life…
without fear, embarrassment, or hesitation…
I answered boldly:
“Because Jesus saved my life.”
I told him what happened right where we were standing😇
How I fell.
How my heart stopped.
How I woke up safely in this tree.
He stared at me quietly and asked:
“You mean… Jesus is real?”
And I smiled and said:
“Yep. He’s real.”
We stood there shaking our heads together in silence,
tears started flowing 💧
As he walked away, I could hear him softly repeating to himself:
“Jesus IS real…”