Author: Nan Jones

The Beginning and End I knew Not, But God …

I relaxed on the gentle slope alongside the river flowing through the mountain valley. Cupping my knees with my arms, I looked out across the liquid ribbon streaming in front of me — its beginning and end I knew not.

Its Creator, though, I know well.

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Run the Race with Endurance You Say, but Mercy Goodness!

Lord, I know with You all things are possible. I know You are my strength consuming my weakness when I cry out to You. I also know You lead me in the ways I should go, expecting me to run the race with endurance.

But mercy goodness!

Sometimes that is very difficult. Some days I want to hide under a rock …

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How to Wait on the Faithfulness of God

The earth lay silent, still covered in snow now frozen from last week’s storm. Darkness hovered, waiting on the morning light. I waited also … on the sunrise, but I was also learning how to wait on the faithfulness of God.

Sitting by the window, morning coffee in hand, I waited … anticipated … looked for the rising of the sun with its glorious shades of apricot and lavender.

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Open My Ears Lord. I Can’t Hear Because of the Noise

Lord, You never slumber, nor sleep. And I’ve learned that Your eyes roam to and fro across the earth seeking after those who love You and need to be encouraged. I know You’re trying to comfort me, to lead me, to give me peace, but I can’t hear You. Open my ears Lord, there’s too much noise distracting me.

I am amazed how You pursue Your children with Your love.

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Crackling Sound of Leaves. Were The Trees Clapping?

I walked beneath the pine canopy that rises above our country road. Boughs of oak limbs stretched into the arch above me, making themselves known among the evergreens. Aged split-railed fencing, silvered by the sun, ran alongside the road. I heard a sound and paused. A crackling sound of leaves behind me caught my attention. It seemed almost rhythmic.

Turning, I witnessed an amazing sight — hundreds of leaves in shades of burgundy and brown twirling and swirling to the ground. The crackling sound was heard as they bounced from limb to limb and then landed on the road below.

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