I’m drawn to the fields where the soft wheat shimmers beneath the sun, where sweat drips down the back of my neck as I walk for hours thinking about everything and nothing in particular.
I’m drawn to the fields where I lay my head down and drift up to the clouds, where I open my arms and leap among the sails and billows listening to laughter and realize it is my own.
I’m drawn to the fields where the wind blows before me, behind me and through me, where I turn and I run and I dance in the beauty and understand that the kernel of wheat must fall so that others may live.
Photo: field near 794, Oak Creek, Wisconsin
I love the way you weave words, dearest Deb! I am right “in the moment” with you… and then, you turn my eyes toward the Savior! You’re an amazing writer. Love this one especially. Love you more! <3 <3
One of the greatest parts about writing is the people it connects you to you, like you Lynn. You are so generous with your words, your work, your love. Like Him.
Thank you, George.
The photograph and the article have a special soul
that relays itself to the reader. I am a farm girl so
I understand the awe and gratitude that the expanse
of a wheat field brings, but even if I knew nothing
of the amazing spirituality in such a scene, after sharing
in your offering here, I would understand how blessed
anyone is to come across such a sight. You always find
the heart of things.
Sarah…thank you. You always inspire me. So grateful for your generosity.
Thank you, Lynn. Love you too.