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A Prayer When Life’s Path Gets Muddy

Posted by Nan Jones | Jan 20, 2019 | bible devotions online, God's Abiding Presence, Nan Jones author and speaker, prayer |

Lord, great is Your faithfulness! You are high and lifted up, exalted above the earth. You alone are worthy of praise.

May I never praise You only for the good things, but may I always praise You for who You are and because You deserve all praise. May I always have a thankful heart that is not contingent on circumstances, but is always grateful for Your love and abiding presence.

You’re stretching me, growing me and I know many who feel the same. You have created us for such a time as this and it is our desire to serve You well.

But it’s hard.

Quietly Following the Shepherd, One Step At a Time

Posted by Nan Jones | Jan 16, 2019 | bible devotions online, Finding God's Presence, Nan Jones author and speaker, Uncategorized |

Blue is getting older. He’s not quite as rambunctious or hard-headed, and rarely needs a leash as we trek up our mountain road.
He stays close to me.

Quite often Blue will pick up a scent and stop to investigate on the edge of our road, nose scrunching rapidly up and down.

I’ll continue to walk on ahead.

Then I’ll stop, turn, pat my leg, and say, “Come, on, Blue. Let’s go.”

A Prayer When the Consequences of Obedience are Hard

Posted by Nan Jones | Jan 13, 2019 | Uncategorized |

Lord, You are beautiful in holiness, magnificent beyond comprehension. If I should go to the highest heaven You are there; or to the depths of hell, You are there also.

You carry me to the mountaintops and comfort me in the valleys deep.

Your love astounds me.

The more and more I desire to make You Lord, the harder it is — sweeter than anything imaginable — but hard.

I Heard Her Song Through the Impending Darkness

Posted by Nan Jones | Jan 9, 2019 | Uncategorized |

There’s a dark cloud on the horizon — the deep charcoal winter-kind-of-dark cloud. A storm is coming with significant snowfall and fierce winds. A gray veil is settling over the mountain valley as the snow clouds roll in, softening the harsh brown of winter.

I sipped my coffee as I watched the sultry winter clouds deepen over the ridge.

To my right, down towards the old apple tree, a burst of sunlight made its way through the clouds and I could hear her song — a meadowlark rejoicing in the warmth of the unexpected light. Her song trilled across the impending darkness — perhaps in spite of the darkness and comforted my restless spirit.