Eyes Upon Jesus
Faith, Fields, and Down-Home Grace
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During church, I do all the things that look like worship. I sing and sway. When we pray, I bow my head in reverence. On the outside, I look like a woman fully devoted. But in truth, the inside is fully distracted. My heart is often elsewhere, threading its way…
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Keep Me In the Moment
Summers pass slowly here in the deep south. I often look at the forecast to see when we’ll get to experience fall weather before winter…
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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…
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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