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He is the Alpha & Omega, But I’m Found in the Middle

Posted by Nan Jones | May 15, 2022 | bible devotions online, Christian Living, Christian speaker, Finding God's Presence, Nan Jones author and speaker, prayer |

Lord, I love the knowledge of Your sovereignty. I love the fact that You are the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. But I’m here in the middle, waiting, wondering … hoping for a heavenly response to my need.

Give me eyes to see, Lord. Give me tenacious faith to wait, perseverance to hope.

A Nail in A Sure Place: The Lord our God

Posted by Nan Jones | May 12, 2022 | bible devotions online, Christian Living, Finding God's Presence, Nan Jones author and speaker |

Just inside Daddy’s garden shed, beside the door, was a nail — a nail in a sure place reserved for Daddy’s cap. His baseball cap stained with sweat and garden soil could always be found hanging on that nail.

Unless, of course, the cap was on his precious bald head.

Set Me Apart, Lord … But Can It Wait Just a Bit?

Posted by Nan Jones | May 8, 2022 | bible devotions online, Christian Living, Finding God's Presence, Nan Jones author and speaker, prayer |

Lord, I’m so thankful to be Your child. Your love is from everlasting to everlasting. Set me apart, Lord — You have called me to be holy as You are holy. You have called me to be in this world, not of this world. This can only happen by embracing sanctification.

But can it wait just a little bit longer? Sanctification is not easy. It requires me to die to self, to crucify the flesh. And that’s hard.

Rushing Spring Before Its Appointed Time

Posted by Nan Jones | May 5, 2022 | bible devotions online, Christian Living, Finding God's Presence, Nan Jones author and speaker |

One of my hostas broke through the cold, hard dirt of winter too early this year. Its location circling the old juniper receives constant sun and faces south. I suppose this little guy got confused and pushed its way through the protective soil before winter had completely lost its grip. In his haste, he was rushing spring.

This determined hosta sprouted about four inches, its tightly wound leaves pointing like spikes toward the sky. The other hostas forming a circle around the juniper lay dormant, safe beneath the blanket of soil, waiting for the appointed time to emerge.