Author: Nan Jones

Discovering Ruach, The Powerful Breath of God

I walked along our country road thinking about the breath of God. Ruach. Beside me, fallen leaves rustled and swirled around in a gentle breeze that escorted me on my path. I watched and listened as I kept up my pace, thankful for the cooling of the breeze, pondering the movement of the leaves that seemingly came alive, yet in reality were dead.

The leaves had fallen — a sure sign of an early fall.

Their color was gone now. They were dry and brittle.

And yet they danced in the wind — moved by the powerful breath of God. Ruach.

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Though Haggard, She Still Belted Out Her Song of Praise

Bless her heart. She was a haggard little thing. Feathers were askew, falling out, barely hanging on. Molting? Maybe. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is how she spoke to me this morning.

There’s a birdfeeder right by my window beside the couch where I enjoy my quiet time in the mornings. From this vantage point I can watch the world awaken with its dawning light, its mist lifting over the creek, and listen to the birdsong.

It was birdsong that drew my attention to the tiny haggard wren — she was bursting with song!

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A Prayer to Follow His Footsteps When the Steps Are Blurry

Lord, You are the light of the world. In You there is no darkness. Your Word is a lamp to our feet lighting our way. You promise when we follow in Your footsteps we will not walk in darkness.

So why do I get tripped up trying to follow You? More than anything, I desire to obey You in all things, to magnify Your Name. I desire to be the hands and feet of Jesus in a hurting world.

But some days I’m filled with uncertainty about the steps I’m taking — the direction I’m heading

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Precious Lord, Take My Hand and Lead Me On

Curled up on the couch, I watched the sun rise over the ridge. Fresh, cool air streamed in through the open window awakening my senses, drawing my attention to the One who loves me.

I cradled my coffee cup and sipped from its warm goodness and became still, quieted in my spirit, lost in my thoughts.

Stirring deep in my spirit came a song, “Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand. I am tired, I am weak, I am worn … “

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