Month: September 2017

white flag

Come get lost in the stalks. 

A local corn maze close to my house invites the brave to enter. Corn mazes frustrate me. I get lost on highways, why do I want to be lost in a corn field?

Yet, when my daughters were younger,  we decided to get lost in the stalks.  My husband led the charge, my daughters followed, and I carried the rescue flag. A white flag is issued just in case assistance is needed along the way.

In my opinion, one step into the maze  signaled surrender time. Up and down the rows , around and around we went. The deeper we went, the more lost we became much to the delight of my family.

My daughters didn’t complain, like me. They enjoyed the checkpoints and stamping stations along the way. My husband, savoring the challenge, continued marching deeper into the bowels of the never-ending rows.

Didn’t we just go down this row? Why does all the corn look the same? 

I gripped the white flag tighter. I knew I held the only lifeline for exiting this nightmare. I couldn’t see my rescuer but deep in the maze on a raised platform, he awaited. He scanned the acreage, waiting for a white flag to surface.  Then he radioed for a runner to rescue the lost.

Looking back on my time spent wandering amongst the stalks, I realize the maze mirrored my life. Sometimes I go the right direction, other times I head the wrong way. I spend a lot of time turning around and back tracking. I fail and fall. Frustration enters when I can’t get my bearings in this maze of life.

But I always have a faithful Rescuer. At anytime, I can raise my white flag and receive my Father’s help. A  loud cry or a soft whisper; He’s always listening. My Rescuer scans His Creation for white flags of His Beloved.

Gently and lovingly, He redirects me.

Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.” Isaiah 30:21 (NIV) 

Getting lost in the stalks doesn’t sound so bad after all. I can step into this maze called life with my Rescuer always close by. No white flag is needed. 

 

 

dominoes

Domino Day 2009 broke a world record.  It took 89 builders to set up 4,491,863 dominoes and a single touch to topple them.

One tap produced a huge chain reaction. One action caused 4,491,853 dominoes to fall.

Sometimes,  a single act or a single gesture is all it takes to cause a chain reaction. Then step back and watch out. One act of kindness causes another. One deed of compassion leads to another. One step of faith invites the next.

The Graney family from Oklahoma initiated their own chain reaction by a single act.  Read about the power behind their single act of love and generosity towards  a family in Kenya. You’ll want to share The Marvelous Mud House by April Graney with your children and grandchildren.

http://www.aprilgraney.com/p/the-marvelous-mud-house.html

Read and then step into acts of kindness, compassion, love, and generosity. Remember it only takes one gesture to make the next domino fall.

Let’s keep the chain unbroken.

 

corralling cats

I live on a hill. During thunderstorms, water flows downhill taking my gravel driveway, stone by stone, with it. The powerful rush of water carves deep gullies. Recently, my husband attempted to force the water away from the driveway with a wall of rocks.  He hoped to divert the water from the driveway into a ditch.

Forcing water to change direction is like corralling cats. It’s impossible. My father, a fireman, battled Hurricane Agnes’ waters in 1972. I recall his wise words: “You can fight fire, but you can’t fight water. It goes where it wants to.” Those affected by the recent hurricanes understand this hard truth.

Water does what God designed it to do; it flows. Some days, my relationship with God functions how it was designed; it flows. On those days, I sit beside my best friend watching the sunset knowing my best friend created the sunset. Natural. Peaceful. Fully at ease. I talk; He listens. He talks; I listen. Back and forth. Give and take.

But on other days, frustration sets in from trying to corral cats. When I force my relationship with God, I respond and react with have to vs. want to. Forced time with God resembles a long distance relationship gone cold. But God didn’t move; I did. I stacked rocks and built a wall. I diverted His grace and mercy into rules and requirements.

I desire more flowing days.

Today, my husband invited me to explore a local waterfall. On this beautiful September afternoon, we walked the trail beside Mill Creek. I heard the flowing water before I saw it. It sounded natural and peaceful. The water flowed; doing what God created it to do.

Nothing forced, just flowing.

And there were no cats in sight.