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Seated on a cozy corner in the Historic District sits the beloved Treehouse. There is a wooden swing that some dear friends made one January afternoon. The branches hang low, yet mighty, just over the sidewalk that leads right up to the door. This yellow home symbolizes hope and happiness as a refreshment to those that walk inside.

If the walls in this home could talk, I am sure they would have a lot to say. These walls have enclosed many women who have fought for righteousness, and created loving spaces for all who cross the threshold.

One wall holds a special declaration of all of the people that have come through the doors. There is a beautiful tree that was painted by an incredible woman. This tree is an ebenezer of community. When people come into this home, they see this painted tree on their right. The branches were left bare; patiently waiting for the years of visitors that have come to draw a leaf and sign their name. It is amazing to see the connections made as one reads the names of individuals that have come from all over. Friends from Arkansas, Baylor, and UT have come and signed their name to this beloved tree. Parents and grandparents gently left their mark on this wall. What a reflection of the Lord’s dearest gift of friendship and community. So if these walls could talk, they would say, “You are welcome here, and you are a beloved treasure.”

My prayer for this home was just that. A home to be used to welcome, love, and provide for other people. But little does this home know, it has done just that for me.The floors have been prayed on, walked on, and danced on. But the most enlightening thing this home did was allow a safe haven for women. A safe place for the women that laid their heads on their pillows each night, and the friends and family that visited this place.

What a dear memory that I will forever remember. My goodness, this home was an answered prayer. I pleaded for a home that was respectful, a home that would be a family. I prayed for the Spirit to move in this home and meet each person as they came into our home. Yet, the Spirit was present in the women that I got to live with.

In this home, I never felt the need to be anything but myself. My mask of hustle was asked to come off in their presence. We watched countless movies that will forever be a memory nestled deep inside of my heart. These women welcomed my people into their own lives, and allowed me to be apart of their own lives.

One day, I get to share with my kids pictures and stories of their dearest mother and her sweet college roommates; roommates that will be aunts in their lives. These women have rallied around me and beside me in spiritual warfare moments. They celebrated with me in the exciting life altering moments, drove me to airports, tried healthy cookies, ate way too many steamed veggies, held me during the night when anxiety swept the body, and prayed with me when I was told that I was loved by a beloved man of God. The women of the Treehouse are Kingdom builders and freedom fighters.

To the Treehouse and the women that will come after us, get ready. Be ready for the divine power of the Spirit that will intercede into your life in mighty ways. Sit on the porch and invite others into that sacred spot. Thank you, big yellow house, for the many memories that will now serve as dear stories for the rest of my life.

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One day, I get to share with my kids pictures and stories of their dearest mother and her sweet college roommates; roommates that will be aunts in their lives. These women have rallied around me and beside me in spiritual warfare moments. They celebrated with me in the exciting life altering moments, drove me to airports, tried healthy cookies, ate way too many steamed veggies, held me during the night when anxiety swept the body, and prayed with me when I was told that I was loved by a beloved man of God. The women of the Treehouse are Kingdom builders and freedom fighters.

To the Treehouse and the women that will come after us, get ready. Be ready for the divine power of the Spirit that will intercede into your life in mighty ways. Sit on the porch and invite others into that sacred spot. Thank you, big yellow house, for the many memories that will now serve as dear stories for the rest of my life.

courtney wetzel