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
Verna
I hear your voice as I read. I love that!
Aww, my precious encourager (I have a voice coach — 🙂
I love this Verna! Ah yes! Be still and know. I love the quiet and though I don’t have any cornfields near by, I have my meeting place, in the secret place of the Most High God. I love meeting with Him early morning, reading His Word and then taking time to listen. Often it’s through a walk that I hear His voice calling me to sing. Sometimes its in the middle of the night where I hear Him singing over me. Today it happened after a visit with a long awaited specialist that I expected to hear some long awaited answer. It didn’t come from the doctor. But the answer I needed to hear right then, came as I was waiting to have some blood work done. “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches over me” I sang all the way home with the assurance that God was in control and wants me to keep on trusting, leaning, and believing. I too will believe to see the goodness of the Lord. I will let my heart take courage and yes I will wait on the Lord and He will strengthen my heart. Love you dear friend….longing to see you.
Beautiful comment, Glenda – thank you. You have those beautiful mountains as a backdrop for be-still time (Wish I was there right alongside of you). I love when His word comes to us at just the most personal moment I was reminded today of your doc visit), we need to catch up . . .
As I prepare sessions for a BE STILL retreat, your words echoed God’s in such a sweet way. I would love to share this with my women at the end of this month. Could I offer it as one of the morning devotionals for them to use in their Be still time?
So good to hear from you, Jeanne — of course, share with your ladies — and have a great retreat!
Thank you!! Would it be okay if I print it for them? If you’d like, you can send me a word file with your bio and picture
Thank you Verna. This covers all. As a farm girl, I understand the cornfield n corn maize analogy. Sweet moments with Jesus. “Be still n know that I am God”
Bless you, farm girl . . you definitely understand! Thank you for adding a sweet comment, Diane . . .
I’ve been looking at this ps for a few weeks. Beholding the beauty of the lord. What does that look like? Meditateing on that though. Someday we will see his beauty face to face. We will understand and know the depth of god. Find a quiet place and he just might give you a peek
Thank you Vicki for the sweet addition of your comment — and yes, we will understand and know the depth . . . how beautiful.