Eyes Upon Jesus
Faith, Fields, and Down-Home Grace
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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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The True REBELS of the World: A Christian Perspective (Psalm 2)
We live in a world that has become weakened by rebellion. Moral values have become subjective and religion, especially Christianity, has been deemed “evil”. People…
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Psalm 1: Bind My Wandering Heart to Thee
I could feel the RV shifting as the strong winds whipped around it. I look out the window on one side and see one of…
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Springtime: Fighting the Weeds
Raised beds and I are match made in heaven. I’ve been building them because I absolutely hate weeding. To go through the slow process of…
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Sincerely Abandoned: Lifting Our Hands
My natural posture when worshipping is to lift my hands. Since I don’t like attention drawn to myself, this way of worship is done in…
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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