God closed the door of the ark behind Noah. Noah’s wife, three sons, and their wives entered the ark, followed by the animals. The raindrops began to fall, and “the Lord shut him in” (Genesis
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How to Face a Giant with Grace and Ability
He was so tiny. All six legs moved in synch as his jaws struggled to carry the beetle delicacy across the porch, down the steps, through the dense foliage of an uncut lawn, and into his anthill where family and friends waited. He exemplified how to face a giant with grace and ability.
Read moreDoes Your Heart Ache for Peace?
by Nan Jones My heart ached for peace. The days had been long. The nights longer still. Deep in my spirit, I heard the Lord’s delicate whisper calling me to come, be still, and remember
Read moreCrowned in Gentleness, Imparting Grace
The quiet hush of the dawn distanced itself from the harsh winds of the storm, blanketing the earth in gentleness. Sunlight filtered through the leaves — morning light sparkling like diamonds midst a setting of
Read moreLove Even When It Hurts
The birdfeeder stands with its generous invitation just outside my window. I take great joy in watching the cardinals, chickadees, goldfinches, and wrens feast at my table.
Sheer delight.
Monday afternoon my heart skipped a beat.
Read moreHow to Cling to Enduring Faith Especially While It’s Dark
by Nan Jones I tugged on my robe, snuggling beneath its warmth on a cold January day. Grabbing my Bible and a warm cup of coffee, I settled on the couch near the window. From
Read moreWhen God Draws Near in the Wind
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 Transcends Into Praise
A 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 moreEven Haggard Peace Can be Beautiful
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
Read moreHow 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.
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