We live in a noisy world.
Consider the never-ending barrage of voices assailing us everyday in our homes, at work, and especially from the media. Our head is overfed with social invasion.
Sometimes it’s enough to make me want to run to a quiet place.
A sanctuary from life.
The other day I needed a break from cell phones, computers, agendas and voices. I needed to listen to One. At times like this, my customary (but unusual) routine for decades has been to flee to the cornfields and pastures in Lancaster County.
Where can we go to be still and know that He is God? Where can we go to BE?
While our children were growing up, we lived in a home hugged by cornfields. They knew where to find me for the pauses, when my faith was a seed and life overturned.
It’s amazing what you hear in the place where a seed is dropped into overturned earth to grow into tall stalks that block the view of the world. It is a sacred place of solitude where I desperately seek the sound of God.
God wants us to live by faith and not audible words heard while abiding in the sheaves.
The stillness of sound when times spent chatting to the sky has made me wonder if only the ears of corn were listening.
When He calls me to the closet in the field, I go, even in winter when fields are as leveled as I am. There is still the quiet waiting for life in idle fields prepared by cultivation.
Jesus took foot to mountains and gardens when He experienced the same problem … the multitudes. When was the last time you withdrew to an out of the way place to pray?
Do you have a secret chamber where you can go to hear the Voice above voices?
He is as near as our knee. Where is your Gethsemane?
My soul waits in silence for God only. For my hope is from Him. Psalm 62:5