“See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin” Matthew 6:28 NIV
For the entire spring, summer and autumn of 2025, I was a wildflower hunter in northern Minnesota. I have always enjoyed wildflowers, but never the way I did this year. Every drive on a country road, boat ride and every walk in the woods brought new discoveries to add to my treasure hunt. I enjoyed identifying the plants I could, comparing old and new photos, but most of all just getting down on their level and looking–really looking–at each one. No two flowers are the same, even the ones I have known all my life.
So many times, I would discover a tiny little flower hidden on the forest floor or among the reeds on the shore of a lake, and I had the thought of how privileged I was to be able to see this marvel. Each flower grows from a tiny seed lovingly planted and tended by its Creator. I had the feeling that it was intentional, just for His pleasure and enjoyment. My “chance” encounter with it was serendipitous, but yet He Who knows all things knew exactly when I would wander along that path, and lovingly desired to share it with me. What a privilege! God wanted to share His glory in a special way. Wildflowers have short life cycles, just a brief moment in the sun. Yet I was favored to cross paths with them. I marvel at that. Of all the random paths my feet and my eyes could have taken, I had taken this one, and found myself gazing in wonder at a tiny white starflower on the forest floor, hidden in plain sight. I felt that God had saved this one especially for me, to make me smile. If God can pour out all that love and glory into a tiny flower that is here today and gone tomorrow, how much more will He pour out on me. He can be trusted to orchestrate my life, my events, my experiences.
I need to stop holding things so tightly and surrender to Him, knowing He will work all things together for good. It is so easy and so common for us to miss these quiet gifts from God. One needs to lay aside busy-ness and noise to enter into His stillness and discover the treasures along the path. I need to be barefoot upon the earth, awake, aware, grounded.
Heaven has a frequency. In earlier days it was easier to feel that frequency. The music, the sounds of church bells, sleigh bells, the crackling of a warm fire, the breeze singing in the trees, the birds singing–all were perfectly tuned to heaven’s frequency. This heavenly frequency produces peace and harmony. Every part of nature responds to it. The birds wake up at first light of dawn in harmony with the hum of God’s frequency, and from that harmony, they begin to sing. Below, on the forest floor, the plants resonate and respond to that hum, and begin to open up all the things they need to open in order to grow and receive nourishment.
In my reading, I discovered that in 1939, mankind changed its frequency (in music and vibration) to a higher pitch, which resulted in the creation of more chaos, noise, disharmony, and discord. The changes in our music reflect this difference, and the church bells are no longer heard pealing their peaceful tones of peace and healing over the villages. The two frequencies do not resonate with each other. There is rampant confusion and disharmony in everything which is exposed to this foreign frequency. It is only man who has gotten out of tune with the frequency of Heaven. We need to be reset. Re-grounded. Re-tuned.
I used to sing and play guitar on worship teams. I learned to harmonize by ear. I noticed that when I would hit a perfect note, I could feel a certain resonance deep in my chest, a vibration that felt peaceful and right. Sometimes with modern styles of music, I cannot find that resonance, and it leaves me feeling discordant, out of place, lost. All the noise levels cause another sort of vibration, an unhealthy one. I cannot hear the gentle, grounded hum of divine frequency because it is drowned out by chaos and noise. It occurs to me that this difference is the reason why I enjoy my Christmas “mellow” playlist. A lot of it is “old” music, and it feels harmonious and peaceful.
I was made aware of this change in frequency by an interesting infomercial on social media. They presented the facts, then determined that the only way to become grounded in the proper frequency was to spend my money and purchase their special tuning forks that are tuned to the correct frequency. One could strike the tuning fork and lay it on the part of the body that has the most disorder and disease. It would bring peaceful “vibes” into play, producing peace and harmony.
It occurs to me that I do not need to spend my time or money on this, when God Himself is the answer. Just like I could feel the difference when I walked in the woods, I needed to get into a place where I could be grounded in God. My bare feet need to touch the soil of His presence. If I continually lift up my face to Him and come into His presence, everything that is not of Him will fade away. I will resonate with the hum of that perfect note. I will be in harmony with Him, and it will produce peace and healing. Yes, in today’s world of chaos and jangling discordant noise, we need the perfect peace only He can give. He has it waiting for us–we need to seek and ask, and quiet ourselves in His presence, submitting ALL THINGS to Him, who “works ALL THINGS together for good for those who are called according to His purposes.” (Romans 8:28)
So, the tiny star flower I enjoyed so much was more in tune with God than most people are. I want to be like that: small and humble, living only to respond to my Lord. That is the true source of Peace, and it is not out of our reach.
Lord, I am fully dependent upon You for everything I need in my life. Help me to find Your place of peace, and hand over every burden so that I may recognize the joy of abiding in and being dependent only on You.
Art by Rhea 