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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God’s Country
I was knee deep in hay and manure yesterday as I cleaned out a section of the calf pen and felt like this would be…
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Grateful
It was cold and relentlessly rainy yesterday. I wasn’t at all productive and there’s a tendency to feel guilty about it. The truth is, I love…
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All of Creation
Peering over a gate with a clear view of the field behind the barn, I watched as the calves and their mommas return after feeding…
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Jesus Was a Carpenter
I recently started woodworking. I don’t know what brought it on other than the need to create something with my hands. Thanks to my generous…
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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