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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Surrounded
Buzzards are the bane of my existence. They have come to symbolize one thing: death. I was running errands yesterday when I got a call…
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It’s a Beautiful Day
I woke up yesterday morning to another rainy day. I’ve worn rain boots all week. The fields have been saturated with rain puddles, mud,…and other…
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If Our God is for Us, Then Who Could Ever Stop Us?
We’ve all heard the voice of failure. It’s the voice that tells us we don’t measure up and probably never will. No matter how much…
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Great is Thy Faithfulness
Anything can go wrong during a frost where that kind of weather is rare. The waterlines are frozen, the water troughs are iced over, the…
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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