Author: Nan Jones

A Prayer for Supernatural Downpours When There’s Only a Cloud

Lord, You are Wonderful, Counselor, Almighty God, Everlasting Father, and my Prince of Peace. You are who You say You are. You do what You say You will do. I’m believing You for supernatural downpours, but I can’t even see a cloud on the horizon.

It’s so hard — this walking by faith and not by sight. There are days I can believe You for anything without reservation, but then … then there are days that hope wiggles out of the broken crevices in my heart and tears drip into a soggy mess.

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Cold Air Swirled, a Crystalline Glory Revealed

The ice storm roared into our mountain community with blinding sleet and freezing rain. Cold air chilling the bone swirled in the mighty wind.

Friday morning we awoke to a crystalline world — everything coated in ice. Branches bowed beneath the weight, icicles hung in the rain’s attempt to defeat the demanding cold.

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A Prayer When Shifting Sand Occurs, But God Says to Stand

Lord, You are my sure place, my refuge in the storm, my anchor that holds. How amazing is this Truth! When all around me is shifting sand, I can stand because You are my Rock.

I cling to Your faithfulness in these perilous days. On Your Rock I am high and lifted up, high above the enemy of my soul. When things I have relied on have become as shifting sand, I look to You. — I hear You call my name.

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Along the River’s Edge Grows a Tree

I walked along the river’s edge. Moss-laden boulders jutted out from the rich, fertile soil. Patches of snow still refused to melt beneath their shadows, sheltered from the winter sun.

Just ahead, a large tree grew along the river’s edge. It clung to the soil of the bank, but as I got closer, I realized many of its massive roots extended into the river itself. Soil had washed away over the years, but still it clung to is source of living — the river.

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A Prayer to Process My Pain in the Presence of God

Lord, I know You are the God of all comfort. I can’t tell You how many times I have known this to be true. But this pain — this pain is so deep. Help me process my pain, Lord.

Go through this with me in tangible ways — not just through Your promises that permeate Your Word, but through tangible evidence that You are with me. Open my eyes, Lord, that I might see You. Open my ears that I might hear Your reassurance and affirmation. Teach me to recognize Your abiding Presence.

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