Take hope in the knowledge that you are cherished by the One who made you—you are sheltered in the shadow of His wing, close to His heart. It is my prayer that as we get to know one another you, too, will see beyond the veil and will learn to say, “Even so, I walk in the Presence of the Lord”
With joy,
Nan
Defying All Odds, It Stood Its Ground … Just Like Me
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.
Lord, You are a God of Peace, Not a God of Confusion.
Father, I remind myself often that You are a God of peace and not a god of confusion or chaos. With You all things are done in order — there is an appointed time for all things under heaven.
The certainty of who You are is a beautiful reassurance for me as I watch world events unfolding. It’s frightening, Lord, alarming. It’s as if evil has been unleashed and decency has run out the door.
Transitioning. New Season … I Sense a Hush of Glory
Autumn reds have transformed into deepest burgundy velvet; lemon yellows now reflect burnished gold. Stark branches stretch towards the heavens and yield their transition to the new season of winter into the hands of their Creator, the Lord our God.
I picked up my steps as I rounded the curve along our country road. A strong north wind watered my eyes and blushed my cheeks. But my thoughts turned towards Jesus and His unfailing love and especially towards His mercy, new every morning.
Sure as the Sunrise is Your Mercy Every Morning God
Father, I am so very thankful for Your mercy every morning that refreshes and sustains me. It beckons me to Your side, reminding me of Your love. Because of Your mercy, I am not consumed in the difficult place. Your compassionate love sustains me and gives me strength.
You are good to those who wait on You, to the one who seeks hard after You. In the seeking I find You, and in the finding, the promise of new mercy awaits me every morning.
All Creation Proclaims the Glory of God! Why Not Me?
Bursts of copper and ruby red mingle with the green boughs of the hemlocks. Russet-colored leaves blanket the path, crunching and crackling beneath my feet. A bluejay bounces from branch to branch, chatting as he goes. I watch him flick his head back, and stretch his robe of cobalt blue as he proclaims the glory of God to the heavens.
A gust of crisp autumn air caught the outstretched arms of a maple. In unison, its flaming fingertips began to sway back and forth, back and forth. The worship, is tangible.
Wars and Rumors of War. I Don’t Want to Be Afraid God
Father, I’m so thankful for Your mighty power, but lately, I’ve been even more thankful for Your tenderness toward Your children. The world as we know it is crumbling. There are wars and rumors of war. Hatred. Violence. Evil, and corruption.
I don’t want to be afraid.
“Do I Not Fill Heaven and Earth?” Says the Lord
“‘Am I a God near at hand,’ says the Lord, ‘and not a God afar off? Can anyone hide himself in secret places, so I shall not see him?’ says the Lord; “Do I not fill heaven and earth?’” (Jeremiah 23:23-24).
My spirit is restless to understand the ways of the Lord. I know His thoughts are not my thoughts, nor are His ways my ways, but still. I’m His child, and I want — I need — to see His hand at work in the world around me.
I Want to Be Thankful, Lord, Even If Life is Hard
"Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus." ~ 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18, NLT The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust Him with all my heart.He helps me, and my heart...
By Faith, I Feel God’s Grip If I Can’t Trace His Hand
I remember choosing the blue crayon — cobalt. The color of a deep sky reaching the heavenly heights. Placing my grandson’s tiny hand on the construction paper, I began to carefully trace his hand — every nook, every curve, every detail I could possibly capture.
A memory I could always hold.