Eyes Upon Jesus
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This past week has left me weary with sorrow. The air is heavy with hate, violence, and loss that I don’t even have the energy to think of other things to write about. I want to go home. “Who may enter Your presence on Your holy hill?” ~Psalm 15:1 Psalm…
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Psalm 8: How Great Thou Art!
Every night before going to bed, I go out and observe the stars. I know each tiny speckle is something on a much larger scale…
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Psalm 7: Great Judgement Morning
I don’t like watching the news. One of the perks of living in a small, rural town is that it’s easier to detach from the…
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Psalm 6: Hallelujah For Every Broken Heart
It was Friday at dusk when I went out to feed our 30-year-old horse, Amos. He was waiting a short distance away from his trough…
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Psalm 5: Lift Your Head Up
One of my favorite flowers is the sunflower. We spent some time in Italy this summer, and as we went through the countryside of Tuscany,…
About Me
My name is Nikki. I’m a suburban transplant who now lives a quiet life where morning light spills over pastures and the scent of cow manure fills the air. Between taking care of the home, tending to animals, and nurturing my garden, I’m learning over and over again to lift my eyes up and let God’s grace take over.
Here, I write about the beauty and ache of the everyday moments and ordinary days, about faith that takes root, and about a Savior who meets us in both the noise and the stillness. My prayers is that each story or reflection will point to Jesus so that you, dear reader, will find Him in the middle of your own everyday and ordinary moments.
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