Author: Nan Jones

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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A Prayer When Your Spirit Feels Paralyzed, But God is Calling

Lord, great is Your mercy. Your compassion soothes me, Your longsuffering gives me hope to overcome the difficult places.

These are truths that I stand by and believe upon, but my spirit is gripped by something that has paralyzed me. Courage to move forward seeps through the broken places. Determination to do that which I know to do, gathers dust on a hidden shelf in my heart.

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When His Consuming Fire Sets the Sky Ablaze

The evening sky burned with the fiery orange of a setting sun, its consuming fire melting away the day. Colors were intense. Brilliant. Ablaze. It was difficult to look away as this majestic sight drew me into its glory.

I thought about the Lord.

In Scripture He is often referred to as a consuming fire (Hebrews 12:29); His glory also described as such.

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A Prayer When You Don’t Feel Worthy Even Though God Says You Are

O Lord my God, how can You love me so? You are holy, perfect, magnificent and I … I am a sinner. Your sanctification is at work in me — and I’m thankful — but I still fall short on so many levels. Some days I don’t feel worthy of such remarkable love.

Yet You say I am worthy — I am Your child. Your Beloved. Your Special Treasure.

How is it that You see me like this rather than the imperfect woman that I am?

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A Voice As Gentle as a Zephyr

My spirit awakened within me as I read these words from My Utmost for His Highest. I read them over and over. Slowly. With great concentration. I didn’t want to miss what God wanted to show me.

The air had been still as I sat on my porch, even though I knew storms were brewing from the west. But as I considered the wisdom of Oswald Chambers, a soft gentle breeze began to blow, stirring the air ahead of the storm.

I sat quietly before the Lord and considered His ways.

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