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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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…
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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…
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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