Cornfields, Missions, and Glorifying God

The sun shines all day. The dust swirls around me. I volley between joining in the happy chatter around me and drinking the scenes before me- The sky is a beautiful blue contrasting the white fluffy clouds. The wind whispers across the land. The hungry depend on me. This world is beautiful.


I’ve been enjoying reconnecting with my inner bookworm. I used to read some, but discovered that I had little control over my quest to “know what happens next” which resulted in too many late nights. So I shelved that habit. Recently though, I dusted off the cobwebs and pulled back out the luxury of transporting to another world as I wait- sometimes none too patiently- for visiting hours to be over, so I can transport my gang to the next stop.


(Random sidenote this is my #30for30 mug that I made here  )

Kisses from Katie is an incredible book about a Tennessee native who is called to Uganda right out of high school and in a short amount of time has adopted 13 girls and has close to 1,000 children enrolled in a food/schooling program.

By now you may realize that missions has my heart, and the entire time I was reading, I kept thinking “YES! Lord please open the doors for me to do something like this! You know I’m willing, I’ll go anywhere. Please lead me. I want my life to be in service for You.”

And here I am. The sun beating down on me is not the African sun- it’s in the Shenandoah Valley. The dust isn’t from walking for miles from village to village- it’s from bouncing on a tractor. The chatter is not in a foreign language- it’s from my family and friends who make up our harvest crew. The wind moves through the corn we are harvesting to make the difference in the life of some ignorant bovine somewhere. Wow, way to impact the world, KH.

Please understand me, I love this life, but I’m really not sacrificing anything here.Am I making a difference for the Kingdom? Could God be calling me to serve at… home? What kind of a calling is that?


The Flicker appears to be completely undecided which service to attend. The bit of red on the back of his head catches my attention and I try not to smirk as I imagine that He couldn’t understand the Pennsylvania Dutch from the Amish service next door, so he came over to observe our English service. He sits on the fence and gazes in the window at the preacher. The group I’m traveling with is holding services for a Mental Health Facility. The houseparents are sitting in the back of the congregation like sentinels to keep residents where they need to be. My mind wants to roam all over the place.

“Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye steadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, foreasmuch as ye know that your labor is not in vain in the Lord” 1 Cor 15:58 This verse penetrates the rabbit trail my brain is on and sends my musings in a complete new direction.  Your labor is not in vain in the Lord.  I realize this is a little out of context, but IF we are being faithful where God has clearly led us. Then we are laboring in the Lord, right?


I’m challenged by Priscilla and Aquila. They supported Paul’s ministry all the way. Their encouragement in their hometown impacted the world. We need that. The church needs people who are actively faithful in our generation at home. And I want make that part of my mission statement.

To be faithful, joyfully working “in the Lord” wherever. Amen


Bonus Pics:



Travels took me to Blair County, PA and Horseshoe Curve recently. They were changing the middle track at the Curve, and I was fascinated by the entourage of equipment… The spike puller, the magnet to collect the spikes… The railroad tie puller, the collector of the ties… You get the idea ๐Ÿ™‚


And PTL for rain clouds over the colorful fields out our front door ๐Ÿ™‚






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