"When His lamp shone upon my head,
by His light I walked through darkness."
By His Light I Walk Through Darkness
by Nan Jones
Marshmallow clouds melted into a frothy veil of fog along the mountain ridge. The thick white blanket settled softly, blurring the line between heaven and earth. Like dandelion wisps blowing on the breeze, wisps of foggy vapor moved in and out of the forest's edge -- the contrast of light and darkness exaggerated. Spotlighted. Understood.
… this mystery of light and darkness.
The Light of God settles softly upon His child, blurring the line between heaven and earth. Gentle wisps of His love move in and out of our lives, contrasting the darkness, exaggerating His presence. Like the mountain forest wrapped in vapors of foggy light, we walk in the veil of His glory, wrapped in the beauty of His love.
And I understand.
At last, I understand.
From Our Hearts to Yours,
Nan & Marcie
Nan Jones is an author/speaker who uses the words of her heart to assist fellow Christians in discovering the Presence of God in their darkest hour. She is a monthly contributor to Inspire a Fire and PW Connections, a blog and forum to encourage pastors' wives. Her debut book, The Perils of a Pastor's Wife released June 30, 2015 by Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas. This memoir was a 2016 Selah finalist. When Nan isn't writing, she enjoys leading prayer retreats, bible studies or sharing God’s faithfulness as keynote speaker for special events. You may visit Nan at her website: www.NanJones.com or her Facebook ministry page, Seeing BeyondThe Veil. For personal communication you may email Nan at email@example.com
Have you been hurt by the church? Have you felt abandoned by God in the lonely fires of ministry? The Perils of A Pastor's Wife will speak to your deepest wounds and help you find God's Presence through it all. Sweet Sister—somewhere, somehow, somebody knows. You are not alone.
AFTER THE FIRE,
A GENTLE WHISPER
ONLY GOD KNEW where my husband was. I had run from the business meeting before its completion. Tempers flared. Tongues were unleashed, and nearly three years of fruitful ministry were all but destroyed. My heart beat madly within my chest, fighting desperately not to break from the pain of rejection. Angry tears stung my cheeks as I bolted from the sanctuary. I didn’t know if I could continue in this thing called ministry. God was asking too much of me.
My husband, David, and I had been ministering in the small rural church for three years. Under his leadership and the Holy Spirit’s guidance, the church had experienced exponential growth. God’s mercy and grace flowed into the lives of our people. Church had become a place of joy, restoration, and refuge.
Then evil reared its ugly head.