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When a Rhythmic Chirp Accompanied The Lord’s Prayer

Posted by Nan Jones | Jul 11, 2024 | Uncategorized |

The Lord’s Prayer filled my living room as Joshua Aaron, a Messianic Jew, sang in Hebrew. I closed my eyes and worshiped the Lord. The space quickly became sacred in the stillness of the morning.

I became aware of a chirp — steady, rhythmic, like a staccato note released to the beat of Joshua’s song. Opening my eyes, I saw a cardinal perched on the edge of my bird feeder, its brilliant scarlet feathers glistening in the soft sunlight. The cardinal had joined in the worship

Whom Have I in Heaven But You, O Lord?

Posted by Nan Jones | Jul 7, 2024 | Uncategorized |

Father, I adore You. You are the All-Sufficient God who meets my insufficiencies and supplies all my needs. Your grace is sufficient, Your love is steadfast — unfailing. Whom have I in heaven, but You?

There is none like You, Lord. You hung the stars in place. You spoke into the darkness and there was light. You created the earth as You hovered over the chaos. Even when I throw a tantrum like a frustrated child, You don’t condemn me.

God’s Promise of a New Day Stirred Within Her

Posted by Nan Jones | Jul 4, 2024 | Uncategorized |

Sunlight glistened in drops of dew as the morning glory awakened to the dawn. Night had transitioned to day as she waited to herald her Creator. Even though the night poured ebony ink across the meadow where she rested, God’s promise of a new day stirred within her. She waited in silence, petals closed like a shield against the chill of darkness, waiting for God’s glory to paint the sky.

The morning glory was alone in the solitude of the sunrise, her vine trailing along the meadow gate’s weathered wood. And though her beauty stood in stark contrast to the splintered wood and determined weeds that pushed their way into the fertile soil beneath her roots, she waited for the Lord to rouse Himself from His holy dwelling.

The Earth is Shaking. Still I Trust You, Abba Father

Posted by Nan Jones | Jun 30, 2024 | Uncategorized |

Father, even though the earth be removed, and the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though its waters roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with its swelling — EVEN SO I will trust You. You are my refuge, my Abba Father.

Rise up, O God, and scatter Your enemies. This world has gone crazy, but You remain. You never change. You are the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. There is no shadow of turning with You

I Found Church in the Middle of a Country Road

Posted by Nan Jones | Jun 27, 2024 | Uncategorized |

I passed beneath the pine canopy just before the clearing up ahead. Stepping into the open space, the sky beckoned me to look up. Right there in the middle of a country road, sunshine kissed my face and brought a smile to my weary soul.

Heavy thoughts weighed me down. Too many unanswered questions. An onslaught of flaming arrows seemed to be targeting me left and right … life had been hard.

Author: Nan Jones

When a Rhythmic Chirp Accompanied The Lord’s Prayer

Whom Have I in Heaven But You, O Lord?

God’s Promise of a New Day Stirred Within Her

The Earth is Shaking. Still I Trust You, Abba Father

I Found Church in the Middle of a Country Road

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