Category: Nan Jones author and speaker

I Have Hope, Lord, But Then There is This Doubt

Lord, I have found my hope in You — my hope of salvation, my hope of life everlasting, and hope for the needs of my heart. Yes, I have hope … most days. But sometimes, when the battle is fierce, I catch doubt sneaking around the corner.

I don’t want to be tossed about like a feather in the wind. I want to be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in my faith and the hope I have placed in You.

Either I believe … or I don’t.

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When Lack of Peace Oozes Into the Night

The night was filled with tossing and turning, framed by restless thoughts. The day had been challenging with many difficult situations causing my lack of peace to ooze into my night.

Rising before dawn, I grabbed a strong cup of coffee and stared out the window at the dark shroud of night — that magical time just before the rising of the sun. The earth lay still. Peaceful. Immersed in the sound of silence.

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

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.

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

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.

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Rushing Spring Before Its Appointed Time

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.

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Will You Roll the Stone Away, Lord? I Need a Miracle

Lord, You are the risen Savior — death no longer holds its sting. You conquered the grave, You made a way for me to know the Father, You made a way to make me whole. The stone was rolled away — not because You needed it to happen, but so that we could behold the miracle of Your resurrection. Will You roll the stone away again … for me? Symbolically? I need to see a miracle.

The stone was rolled away to prove anything is possible with You. Nothing in heaven or earth is too hard for You.

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Holy God, Holy Man. An Unseen Tempest Began to Roar

Holy God. Holy Man.

Wholly God. Wholly Man.

The dust swirled about their feet and spiraled upward as the unseen tempest began to roar. It was a tempest of the heart — a gut-wrenching revelation that would change the world. But … they mocked and cackled and cast their self-righteous stones upon the One who came to open their eyes to see and know God.

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God, You Hold the World in Your Hands. Hold Mine Too

Lord, I’m so thankful for Your sovereignty. To know You have full authority over all the earth comforts me. God, You hold the world in Your hands! What a glorious thought.

You must be so grieved by the depravity of mankind who seeks self-gratification at all costs.

Many gods are being raised up before You — there are many idols governing the hearts of mankind creating havoc fear, division, and destruction of all things good.

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When Peace Evaded Me, Where Was My God?

I tucked my legs beneath me in the corner of the sofa. Coffee steam rose from my favorite cup. I clutched my Bible to my chest and rested my head against the sofa’s back. My eyes closed while I tried to settle my spirit, but peace seemed like a distant desire with no relief in sight. I felt very troubled. Peace evaded me.

One of my favorite psalms began to flow from my heart and escape my lips:

Hear my cry, O God; Attend to my prayer …

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