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His Voice as Gentle as a Light Refreshing Breeze

Posted by Nan Jones | Jul 27, 2023 | Uncategorized |

The air had been still as I sat on my porch, even though I knew storms were brewing from the west. A light, refreshing breeze began to blow, stirring the air ahead of the storm. I sat quietly before the Lord considering His ways.

Just that morning my spirit awakened within me as I considered wisdom from Oswald Chambers in My Utmost for His Highest: “The voice of the Spirit is as gentle as a zephyr, so gentle that unless you are living in perfect communion with God, you never hear it …

My Confident Expectation is in You, Lord, My Helper

Posted by Nan Jones | Jul 23, 2023 | Uncategorized |

Father, to You I lift up my soul, I have placed my trust in You. My confident expectation is in You, therefore I have hope. Your love has never failed me.

Keep my eyes on You. Keep my heart ever before You so that I might walk steadfastly in Your paths of righteousness. With You by my side, my footing is sure. You go before me into an uncertain future, making a way in the impossibilities.

Roots Dug Deep, Challenging the Gale-Force Winds

Posted by Nan Jones | Jul 20, 2023 | Uncategorized |

The windswept branches snaked around the body of the tree, curling, grasping. Weather-beaten, the tree defied all odds. It stood its ground. Roots dug deep, clinching their fists into the rocky soil of the mountain ridge, challenging the gale-force winds in battle after battle.

And stood it did.

Your Voice is in The Whirlwind, Lord. Let Me Hear You

Posted by Nan Jones | Jul 16, 2023 | Uncategorized |

Father, in the chaos, You remain. In the difficult places, You draw near and comfort me. Often, life feels like a whirlwind! But I am learning to listen because Scripture tells me Your voice is in the whirlwind.

When the winds of adversity howl and the storm is rocking and rolling, I can be assured of Your presence. The sound of Your thunder is in the storm.

A Cool Breeze Seemed to Whisper, “Look Up Child”

Posted by Nan Jones | Jul 13, 2023 | Uncategorized |

Shadows laced together like interlocking fingers carpeting the trail beneath my feet. Blue chicory mingled with fuchsia-painted sweet peas among the boulders heralding my hike. A cool breeze rubbed against my neck stiff with tension and whispered, “Look up, child. The sky is filled with My glory.”

But I didn’t want to.

Author: Nan Jones

His Voice as Gentle as a Light Refreshing Breeze

My Confident Expectation is in You, Lord, My Helper

Roots Dug Deep, Challenging the Gale-Force Winds

Your Voice is in The Whirlwind, Lord. Let Me Hear You

A Cool Breeze Seemed to Whisper, “Look Up Child”

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