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
A Prayer When Groping in the Dark for God’s Hand
Lord, You are my light and my salvation, my refuge and my strength. Darkness is seeping into every corner of the world, it seems. But I know You are with us. When I’m groping in the dark trying to find You, You light the way for me. Your abiding presence brings me comfort, for You are sovereign, in control. And You are aware.
Some days fear and uncertainty try to overtake me, making it harder to find You as I’m groping in the dark. My hand is fumbling, seeking the familiarity of Your touch.
Searching For God? Call. Come. Pray
The broom raked across the hardwood floor, scattering breakfast crumbs in its wake. My body went through the motions of daily routine, but my mind was wandering through the murky waters searching for God.
Trials of life were taking their toll. Hope for a secure future raced down a road leading through dark shadows and angry branches of despair.
“Nan,” I heard the Lord whisper to my weary spirit, “Come and sit with Me awhile.”
A Prayer When My Anxious Heart Drowns Out God’s Voice
Lord, You are Truth. Your words override anything else going on in my life. Your truth calms my anxious heart, my insecurities, my despair.
When anxiety screams, let me hear Your voice over the waves of fear. Open the eyes of my heart to see You, and only You.
Why Should We Let Doubt Win?
A gentle wind began to blow across the hillside. Multitudes of people sat at Jesus’s feet learning of God’s love. Their bellies were filled with fish and bread — a miracle from heaven — even when the disciples’ doubt tried to prevent the miracle. As darkness began to fall, Jesus sent the people on their way, and told the disciples to get in their boat and go before Him to the other side.
Jesus, on the other hand, went up on the mountain by Himself to pray.
A Prayer for Chariots of Fire When You Only see a Moped
Lord, this walk of faith is hard sometimes. It’s full of perils and hardships, unknowns and very difficult places.
But it’s not unknown to You.
You teach us to walk by faith and not by sight, but some days that is hard.
Different, Yet a comrade, Because of God’s Gift of Praise
My song rang out loud and clear as I walked along the dirt road rambling across the mountain ridge. Sunlight warmed my shoulders. Praise warmed my heart.
As I sang, I noticed the song of a bluebird, an unlikely comrade on my walk, perched on a limb of the oak butted up against the road. I stopped to admire him.
When I stopped singing, he stopped singing. When I sang a note, he sang a note.
A Prayer When Fear is Eroding My Faith
Lord, if ever our world needed You, it is now. Life as we have known it seems to be eroding — dissolving, disintegrating — right in front of our eyes.
But You are aware of this. Nothing that is happening is without Your watchful eye. You have not abandoned us. You have not forsaken us.
And You never will.
Holy Ground in a Stream Flowing Over Broken Branches
Several years ago I sat on a moss-laden boulder wedged in the soil high above the river streaming through the valley below — a stream set in purpose, a stream of life, a stream of beauty even as it flowed over broken branches and places filled with jagged rocks.
It flowed steady.
A Prayer the Anchor Holds in Spite of it All. Hope
Lord, You are our sure place, our constant heartbeat in an unsure world. You are faithful. You are trustworthy.
You are God.