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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While We Wait
Now that the weather is playing nice around here, the ryegrass we planted back in October is finally ready for the cows to eat. It’s…
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I’d Rather Have Jesus
I stood in awe in the entryway to our storage unit, staring at the towers and towers of boxes. It was as if I opened…
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Mamas (Ruth 1:6-14
I love my mom and dad. I went from living with them up until I was married, and even then we never lived more than…
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Whispering Hope
Stepping outside as dawn begins to break, I am surrounded by thick fog. At this point, I am thankful for any kind of moisture 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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