I pulled my jacket closer to my chin. The fall air felt crisp, even though the sun shone faithfully in the eastern sky. I rounded the curve by the massive sugar maple, its glorious shades of crimson now transitioning to brown — broken pieces of former glory.
While pondering the tree’s recent beauty, I heard a crackling sound at my feet. A multitude of brown, brittle leaves hurried across the road in front of me, ushered by a brisk wind, the crackling pronounced.
Read moreA song in the wind whistled through the pines. I pulled my jacket closer to keep out the chill and picked up my step to reach the sunburst just ahead. Looking up, I took in
Read moreby Nan Jones Bless her heart. She was a haggard little thing. Feathers askew, falling out, barely hanging on. Molting? Maybe. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is how she spoke to me
Read moreI looked toward the ridge where the sun began its evening descent. Magenta began rising above the trees. Lavender and apricot clouds tossed their petals across the wide expanse as the North Star made its appearance. Soon multitudes of stars — glistening diamonds — would make their presence known against an indigo sky.
Read moreThe sheer rock face rose high above the blue and purple layers of the mountain range. Morning mist blanketed the valleys below and followed the river that flowed like a ribbon rippling in the wind. I thought about my God — my Father Whom I adore — and I thought about the task before me that was so much bigger than me.
Read moreCrushing heartbreak seared through my thoughts, impacting my spirit, bending me over with despair. Tears streamed with reckless abandon saturating the open pages of my Bible as I cried out to the One who loves me.
He loves me through thick and thin with more love than I can possibly imagine.
And you.
He loves us.
Read moreGod Can Refresh Us Even in the Wilderness Have you ever considered that the God who created the garden also created the wilderness? That the God who created the glorious fragrant rose also created its
Read moreA rush of wind swept through the treetops like the sound of crashing waves, its power witnessed in the bending of branches and the tousling of remaining leaves. Yet far below the forest canopy, I
Read moreby Nan Jones A six-inch blanket of snow covered our mountain in the color of pristine. The trees and forests, rooftops and vehicles were painted in thick white frosting — beauty beyond description. White, like
Read moreby Nan Jones I snuggled beneath the woven afghan — the one that reads, The Lord Is My Peace. The den was dark except for the Christmas lights on the tree and the glow of
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