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.
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.