Life’s Mazes

Life’s Mazes

I asked the farmer if he had a flag for us to raise as a symbol that we needed help if we got lost. “Noooo…” he smiled. But he assured us that no one has ever been left in the corn stalks all night. He figured we’d be through the maze in about 45 minutes.

About 3 ½ hours later we exited the corn field. That wasn’t because we were desperately lost; it was because the narrow paths through walls of stalks led us to experience more than just finding the exit.

The farm had planted clues mounted to wooden stakes along with the corn. As we worked our way through, we worked to determine “who-done-it.” The more clues we found, the more we developed our strategy and determination. We moved forward; we backtracked. We grew weary; our spirits were buoyed by finding another clue. “We’ve been down this path this before,” we’d say as we wove our way through the afternoon.

Father God, thank you for guiding us through the mazes of this life. Hear my pleas for help and show me through your Word the way to victory.

More often than not, life’s experience can be like finding our way through a maze. We’re surrounded on both sides and in the center of doubt. Directionless. All we can see is the corn stalks. We move forward; we backtrack. We grow weary as we realize “we’ve been down this path before.”

But when we look upward, we realize we’re not surrounded on all sides at all. We can wave the flag of prayer and seek clues in God’s Word that move us forward until we finish victoriously.