www.hosannalc.org/docs/downloads/CornDrop.mp4
A lot of you, my friends and family and those who read my book, “The Story of Glory,” know how God swept into mine and Alan’s lives four years ago. Miracles were all around us as God persuaded Alan to come to Him after 23 years of marriage. Our marriage was saved and so was my husband. I could tell God wanted me to stay in the marriage and I told the LORD that I would, but I believed it would be at my expense.
I knew it would please the LORD to stay in it. It would be good for our children, but I thought I would carry resentment and pain all the rest of my days. As I said to God, “Okay, I will stay,” I asked God if He would please take the pain out of my heart and help me love my husband again. In an instant, God did.
Then, it began. I had a marriage I had never dreamed of. The things that used to hold me back in expressing my faith were now released. Alan joined me as we pursued knowing God better. If I went to a Bible class or seminar, he was glad for me. I was free.
As everything that had led to that time was so incredible, I suddenly had a voracious appetite for the Word of God. Bible bingeing! I couldn’t stop! At one time, our son continued to tell me he was hungry and I couldn’t stop reading. Finally, he got his short, toddler-sized fork and placed it in the middle of my opened Bible as I was reading. It struck me. I was that hungry for the Word of God. It was beyond anything I had ever felt before. I also knew I needed to get lunch for our son who needed food, too. But, I will never forget that little silver fork in the middle of my Bible.
As obsessed as I was, I couldn’t understand why I was. God had done a powerful thing in our lives through our marriage. There seemed to be so much more, but I was frustrated and didn’t know what that more was. It was to the point where I was desperate for some answers. Why was I like this?! Why had all of my previous success in business slowed up so much that I had all of this free time to read the Word? Why was He doing this to me?!
I asked my Mom to pray with me. I was so frustrated. As we prayed asking God to show Himself and guide me and provide for me, my Mom had a vision of seed corn falling from the sky; tons of it. At that exact same time, I had a vision of seed corn pouring all around my feet and it was endless. It gushed as if the bottom of a silo had just opened, but it was God’s silo; a massive, heaven-sized, God silo. The corn was clean, not a speck of dust as it gushed out. As Mom and I shared what we each just saw, we were overcome with the simultaneous timing of it as we both saw parts of the same thing.
A week later, an important man in my faith life asked if I was going to a particular conference. I told him that I thought it was for pastors. He said that it wasn’t just for pastors and made it clear that as much as he was asking me if I was going, he was telling me I was going. I went.
That first night of the conference a head pastor spoke. At the end of his teaching he opened up a big golf umbrella and held it over his head. Then…. seed corn poured down on him! Tons of it. I started shaking. He then invited everyone to come forward and take some corn and keep it. As I went forward I saw all of the corn at my feet and as I knelt to pick it up I was overcome. I wept. I knew it was God turning what I saw in Spirit into the physical; the here and now. You should watch the video link I attached now that is above. In the vision in prayer, that corn didn't have all of the dust that came with it. This makes me happy.
The next day at the conference I slipped outside by myself during a short break. As I flipped open my Bible, I read the words in Luke 8:11 “Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God.”
I went into the next session and I was thinking about what I read. I started to think that maybe I was supposed to attend a seminary and train. While in that smaller session with about 200 people in it, the speaker, with great charisma, looked at me in the middle of the seated crowd and said boldly, “You do not need to go to seminary, the Holy Spirit teaches!” Again, I was wowed.
A week later I received a phone call. I was informed that the woman that had been our leader for Women’s Ministry for the popular fall Bible studies was stepping down. As soon as I heard the news I knew I was to lead. I didn't jump at it. When I heard about it I responded like I was about to be pushed into something. I said, "Oh, no.....oh, no...." and I asked God if He was sure. He said, "You're already in, start swimming."
I had never done anything like this before. I was a follower, not a leader. How was I to even speak to these women? When I interviewed years ago in a group interview with only five people, I was so nervous my face twitched uncontrollablly. I can still picture the way the people looked at me as they watched my face twitch. It makes me laugh now.
Somehow, I was able to lead. I was not nervous. In this study we usually had Bible homework each week. This particular study didn’t have any so I wrote the Bible homework. It flowed! It was easy! I loved it! Who was I?!!
That summer as I was preparing, I got to see The Dead Sea Scrolls with my own eyes. I was engrossed. As God was opening the Word to me, He allowed me to see His Word on ancient scrolls, unchanged, after thousands of years.
Since then, I have continued to study His Word. It opens up in front of my eyes in unexplainable ways. I continue to write, to teach and to share. I have an unstoppable zeal for it. There is nothing I would rather do than read, write and teach His Word. To me, there is no high like the MOST HIGH.
As my family and husband have now caught up with this fanatic and have recently prayed for me that God would open every door possible to teach, lead and write, I look at this incredible fulfillment of purpose I never expected. At what I thought would be an expense in forgiving has been the greatest gift of new life than I could have ever imagined. So, yes, those that have known me for a long time, those that know my struggles, my sins, and my short-comings; all that I do now is not of me. It is only of the One Who calls me by name as I stumble along, obeying as best as this undeserving, imperfect woman can. His glory, His story must be made known. He is the One deserving.
Psalm 105:1 Give thanks to the LORD and proclaim his greatness. Let the whole world know what he has done.
