by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor Give thanks in all things … all things. Seems counter-intuitive, doesn’t it? I’m learning this truth speaks of surrender — a recognition of the Lordship of Christ, the Sovereignty of God.
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Is Your Faith-Walk Littered With A Dry and Brittle Attitude?
by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor I stood by the river’s edge. The water was still. Pristine. My reflection looked back at me from the calm surface above the water’s depth. As peace settled upon me, I
Read morePreparation for the Coming Winter (Of the Soul)
by Nan Jones The roar and clanking of the farm tractor echoed across the mountain holler. A patterned grid from the tractor’s path gleamed in the sunlight as it covered the field, following the curve
Read moreCoffee, Rocking Chair, and a Squirrel
by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor I grabbed a fresh cup of coffee, its hefty aroma calling to me from an ocean of deep thoughts. I stepped out onto my porch. Settling into my rocking chair, I
Read moreCan a Tortured Prisoner Find Freedom in Christ?
by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor The sun blazed hot over the North Korean bean fields. The political prisoner stumbled in the heat, starved and bent over from a back injury. His job in the labor camp
Read moreWhen Sweet Memories Crash
I sat twirling my wedding band in the still of the morning. Sweet memories rose on waves of tears crashing against my new normal — a normal defined by the talons of adultery. My husband
Read moreAre You in a Life Storm?
by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor The dark ominous clouds billowed along the crest of the mountain ridge. I watched from the sanctuary of my front porch, eager to see the progression of the storm, eager to
Read moreSilken Fingers Wrapped Around Mine
by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor I cradled my infant daughter close to my breast, her silken fingers wrapped around mine. I felt each breath as her tiny chest rose and fell, filling me with wonder at
Read moreWhat Happens When You Meet With God in Your Sanctuary?
I had quite the conversation with the Lord on that crisp spring morning. I met Him in my sanctuary – my beloved porch swing with its soothing, squeaky melody. A gentle breeze stirred the treetops
Read moreA Contemporary Parable: A Dog Named Marley
I sat in my comfy rocking chair, coffee on the side table, bible in hand. The Lord had been teaching me to sit quietly before Him. Listening. Waiting. Resting in the knowledge that I am
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