A warm welcome to you! Thank you for stopping by. As you read through my pages, I believe you will find that I am just like you—a woman who loves the Lord and cherishes His grace. And, like you, I sometimes grow weary from the journey. I have experienced many difficult places in my life—a brother’s suicide, my mom’s young death, cancer, a prodigal child, extensive unemployment. There have been times when I thought I couldn’t go on. But, God…don’t you love that? But God carried me through and opened my eyes to see Him in my midst. He opened my ears to hear His sweet whispers of love.
Take hope in the knowledge that you are cherished by the One who made you—you are sheltered in the shadow of His wing, close to His heart. It is my prayer that as we get to know one another you, too, will see beyond the veil and will learn to say, “Even so, I walk in the Presence of the Lord”
With joy,
Nan
When Deepest Burgundy Velvet Calls My Name
Autumn reds have transformed into deepest burgundy velvet; lemon yellows now reflect burnished gold. Stark branches stretch towards the heavens and yield their transition into winter to the hands of their Creator, the Lord our God.
I picked up my steps as I rounded the curve along our county road. A strong north wind watered my eyes and blushed my cheeks. But my thoughts turned towards Jesus and His unfailing love and especially towards His mercy, new every morning …
A Prayer When Your Wasteland Needs Water
Lord, I’m parched … drained dry. But I know You to be my Living Water that will quench my thirst in this wasteland of hard circumstances. Only You can satisfy the longing soul.
Only You can fulfill and restore and redeem.
When Fatigue is Paralyzing, Jesus Carries Me
My body felt paralyzed with fatigue as fibromyalgia ran rampart. The clock tick-tocked the time away: 9:30 … 10:00 … 10:30 … and still I sat zoned out on the couch in my pajamas, searching for a brain that was missing.
The responsibilities of my day weighed heavy on me, but still the fatigue consuming me won the battle, holding me hostage.
A Prayer When You Choose Praise in the Broken Places
Lord,there is no other god besides You. You are the One True God — no other compares to You. Your love is never ending. Your compassions fail not. Your mercies new every morning, especially in my broken places.
Great are You, Lord!
The Tender Watchcare of the Great I Am
There is something so glorious — so unfathomable — about the Lord our God: His tender watchcare, His intimate, personal engagement with His struggling child.
His child consumed with fear.
His child overwhelmed by hopelessness.
His child cast away through betrayal and rejection.
A Prayer For a Cloud in a Dry and Barren Land
Lord, You are more precious than gold. Your goodness is beyond measure. Your faithfulness reaches to the heavens, surpassing the stars You hung in place.
You are Almighty God.
And You are good.
I can trust that You are good and faithful, but still the dry seasons come …
When I Can’t Trace His Hand, I Can Always Trust His Heart
I remember choosing the blue crayon — cobalt. The color of deep sky reaching the heavenly heights.
Placing my grandson’s tiny hand on the construction paper, I carefully traced his hand — every nook, every curve, every detail I could possibly capture.
A memory I could always hold.
A Prayer to be Held in The Father’s Arms
Lord, Your love astounds me. Your mercies new every morning give me strength and courage to pass through the turbulent waters. You are Almighty God, Maker of heaven and earth, and yet You are the Father of us all — Abba Father — our Daddy God.
I need my Daddy God. I need to rest in the comfort of Your arms, safe and secure, surrounded by Your love.
He Will Find Us in the Middle of Our Darkest Night
Out from hidden recesses of my heart — those wounds from my darkest night — tears flowed. Totally unexpected.
My daily walk offers a wonderful time to spend with Jesus, walking, singing, talking. This particular day, leaves crunched to the rhythm of my steps while an October blue sky sheltered me from above.