You Are standing in your miracle

​I grew up on a farm. When I was a kid, by early August we'd get lost running in between rows of six feet tall corn stalks. In the middle of those rows, it was easy to forget there was a day those stalks weren't always six feet tall.

There was a day, in fact, when that field was nothing but an endless square of black dirt.

Kids don't spend a lot of time thinking about that as they run under the cover of rows that disappear into forever. As an adult, though, looking back on those days, I spend a lot of time thinking about that.

I need to. Those memories are more than memories now. They are lessons.

There are days I find myself standing in that endless field of dirt. Looking around and wondering, where the heck is the corn?

Then I'm reminded - it's only June. The miracles in that dirt - the miracles of June - they are still untapped.

But August is coming. I've run through enough corn mazes in my life to know that for sure.

August is coming.

I can lose sight of that. That the miracles I am in have been raised from the miracles of where I've been. To lose sight of that is to miss the chance to feel a miracle under the weight of waiting.

If you stare at dirt long enough it can begin to look barren and lifeless. But if you think about it - just how miraculously untrue is that? Exactly how much life - how much miracle - has to be going on beneath that season of dirt to transform it into a sea of six foot life?

If you feel like you are standing in the middle of a field - lost - please know you are not. You are standing in the middle of a miracle.

Some miracles are easier to see than others. Maybe the idea isn't to always see them, but to always know they are there.

I didn't know that - lost in the middle of those corn rows.

I know it now.

And I'm thankful for that.