The quiet is rare in the midst of an age of distraction, so listen to the noise. When I was a busy mom and homemaker, I was desperate for quiet. It was then, my prayer closet became the quiet of the cornfields that hugged our home. But seasons change and now listen to the silence.
An age-ago. . . I remember looking out over the field and listening to the sounds of my children that made up life back then – now I hear the dust settle. So, it may not seem that there’s a need to run to the cornfield – but there is. It’s a holy pattern where I find the much-needed Be Still time, no matter how noisy or quiet life gets.
It’s where the whisper of wheat is not the only sound you hear . . .
Right then, right there God planted seeds of faith that taught me to pray and believe for miracles. Gaze at the maize long enough, and you’ll see why Jesus explained that we can’t understand how a kernel of corn dies in the soil and transforms into a ripe ear on the stalk. The cornfield theology that beats science – dying to self for rebirth to become renewed in its fallowness.
Growth happens in seasons.
When my kids and grandkids were very young we didn’t have cell phones (true story). They loved running through corn mazes in October. The older they got the more they wanted to try and find the end of the path on their own. If you got lost, you stayed lost for a while. Even if they had a cell phone back then, it wouldn’t have been much help “I’m at the corner of a bunch of tall green stalks and another just like it.”
This is where we can be when we scramble through the labyrinth of life if we don’t stay on the right path. Stuck in the mud where everything looks the same with no way out – but there is always a way out. At the fringe of the cornfield, we learn to hold tight to the fringe of His hem to take the next right step. To follow close.
I had a deep chat with a dear friend last night who reminded me of the importance of this Word, Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10. Eight words that carry a strong message to peace and contentment no matter where we are in the “cornfield”. Be still means cease striving and know that He is a big enough God in this moment, to know intimately and passionately that His I Am name covers all of your life. And this is my prayer for you . . .
The key is in the secret place of His tent, no matter where that is for you. For me; to seek, dwell, behold and meditate– is right there among the sheaves of Psalm 27.
One thing I have asked from the Lord, that I shall seek, that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life to behold the beauty of the Lord and to meditate in His temple. For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle, in the secret place of His tent He will hide me. Psalm 27:4, 5