by 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
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How to Face the Fears of These Uncertain Times
I 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 moreHow to Soar With Wings of Eagles Toward a Hard Task
The 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 moreWhen Burdens for Our Family Members Become Too Much
Crushing 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 moreIs It Possible to Find Peace in Our Wilderness?
God 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 moreFinding God’s Gentleness in a Rush of Wind
A 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 moreThe Muddy Mess Beneath My Immaculate Robe of Righteousness
by 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 moreFinding the Christ of Christmas
by 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
Read moreOur Great God Holds the Mountains in His Hands, Just as He Holds Me
My gaze landed on the mountaintop in the distance. Blue-purple ribbons of rolling hills surrounded the giant dome. Why are you troubled and weary, Nan? I asked myself. Why so downcast? Put your hope in God, Maker of heaven and earth.
Read moreMultiple Shepherds But One Distinct Voice
On the outskirts of Bethlehem, a grass covered field lay as an emerald gem against the backdrop of mountains surrounding Jerusalem. It’s known as the Shepherd’s Field. Multiple shepherds bring their flocks there to graze and lie down upon the tender grass.
As the sun begins to inch towards the horizon at the closing of the day, each shepherd calls to his sheep. To the observer, there is a cacophony of voices …
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