This is Day 12 of 40 days of the allegorical devotional fiction, The Woman in the Wilderness

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    The Sycamore – Part 3


    “There’s a kingdom pattern here. We are told to go from strength to strength, from glory to glory… That verse has something to do with the molting process of the eagle. There comes a point when an eagle molts, its feathers fall out, it weakens, its claws lose its sharpness. The eagle is helpless. Even the smallest snake can kill it. What the eagle does is it perches itself in a place where it can have the sun shine on it. Other eagles – normally those who have already survived this process – feed the eagle. They know what the eagle is going through. Some eagles survive this process. Others do not. But those that do, come out stronger. Their youth is renewed, but better, stronger… wiser. That is what it means for our youth to be renewed like the eagle’s.’

    ‘Isn’t that just amazing?!”

    Again, she only nodded in response as she took another bite from the apple, before brushing away some of the tree’s leaves that had fallen on her lap.

    “We must remember, child.” The sycamore seemed the slightest bit more solemn, but the glint of glee never left its eyes. “Remember what our quest is. We are to be transformed by the renewing of our mind. But to be transformed to what? We are to be transformed into His likeness. Remember Adam and Eve. They were first made in His image before they were given authority and dominion over the earth. Always remember. Always remember. He is Love. He is Love. Who are you? Are you Love?”


    At this, she couldn’t nod. Am I Love?

    “Your quest is to be like Him.”

    The sycamore stopped for a dramatic pause, before it heaved a sigh and as if running out of time, began to gently prod her up with branches.

    “Now, child, that’s all I’ve got time to say. Move on now before the sun sets… His Word will Light your path when it gets dark, so do not worry if you are caught in this forest at night. Go on now… He will keep you safe, but remember, remember… go from strength to strength. Do not dwell on your weaknesses. Set your eyes on Him that you may be like Him. I have to go now.”

    You’re a tree. Where could you possibly be going? She was about to ask, but whatever it was that was talking to her, it was gone. The tree was once again just a tree. I hope to meet with you again, she thought, as she remembered a line derived from a psalm that she’d been keeping in her heart lately:

    We will go from strength to strength until we see You face to face.

    Strength to strength. More like Him. She smiled. Thank You, Lord, for the sycamore.



    Blessed and greatly favored is the man whose strength is in You,
    In [b]whose heart are the highways to Zion.
    Passing through the Valley of Weeping ([c]Baca), they make it a place of springs;
    The early rain also covers it with blessings.
    They go from strength to strength [increasing in victorious power];
    Each of them appears before God in Zion.
    Psalm 84:5-7 (AMP)

    We were meant to live victorious lives. When eagles molt, they are often misunderstood by those who haven’t been where they are. It’s those who’ve gone through the molting process that understand how weak the molting eagle is in that moment, and how strong the eagle will be should he survive the process.

    Our seasons of weakness are meant to make us stronger. It’s a paradox, of course, how it is possible that we are strongest when we are weak. It is, however, these moments of weakness that make us run to Him and allow us to let Him be our strength.

    This is the Christian life. A journey from strength to strength, from glory to glory, until we stand before Him face to face.

    May your weakness lead you to His strength. May His strength lead you to His glory. May His glory shine ever brighter in you and through you until we appear before God in Zion.

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