Nancy Gainor

Author of Eyewitness to a Savior

Tag: savior

My Refuge

Placid waters
Pelicans plunging
Snowy egret soaring
Soft chirps, hearty honks
Wildlife rustling
Fish Leap, ripples emerge
Stillness; a whisper of a breeze
Palms dance
Circling current
Swish of an oar
Fluttering of a baby seagull’s wing
Sudsy backwash from a boat’s engine
Worldly white noise eliminated
Sunshine’s heat bakes the earth
This is God’s world, His creation
Mine to enjoy
Here I seek His face, His strength,
His wisdom, His forgiveness, His love
My troubles cascade His holy feet
My circumstances used for His good
He is my refuge, my deliverer, my joy
My sole purpose?
To serve him wholeheartedly and joyfully all the days of my life.

The Gift of God

christmas-giftChristmas is just around the corner and Eyewitness to a Savior is the perfect stocking stuffer for people of all ages. The inspirational stories will delight the reader and affirm Christ’s amazing love.  It is always exiting to receive a personal inscription from the author.  If you order the book from any venue, send me an email with the name of the person receiving it and I will send you a signed inscription label as well as a bookmark.  This will give the gift a personal touch. To purchase a copy, click on one of the links for Cross Publishers, Barnes and Noble and Amazon here. This Christmas you have an opportunity to give more than a present when you share the message of hope, peace, and Christ’s sacrificial love that will undoubtably change a life.  God bless you.

God’s Healing

john-williamsThe day after my book launch on August 28 my dad, John Williams, passed away. Earlier that week he was so excited about the book and wanted to hear about every detail of the launch.  At the launch party, I asked a friend to select a poem from Eyewitness to a Savior and she chose Crossing Over which celebrated the resurrection.  As I traveled on the plane to North Carolina that poem and the scripture embedded in it offered me such comfort. During the past six weeks we celebrated dad’s life,  supported mom through this difficult transition and took care of my father-in-law, John Gainor, who was gravely ill. Through it all, the Lord provided a reserve of strength, comfort, and reassurance that I needed so desperately. What should have been my darkest days were filled with hope, gratitude and peace. Every day I offer Him praise for the miraculous healing of John Sr. as well as dad who is no longer suffering and confined to a wheelchair but singing God’s praises in that beautiful baritone voice. I know I can face anything with my abiding Lord at my side.

Cherish One Another

cherishThis week my Facebook and twitter accounts were inactive. This is because I was in North Carolina visiting my parents. Dad has Parkinson’s’ Disease which may have stolen some of his physical abilities but not his sense of humor and perseverance. I loved watching my mom dutifully serve as his advocate, hold his hand, and offer a kiss and encouragement.  This brought to mind our Savior’s clear instruction to love one another. Time is fleeting and we may not always have a second chance to express our adoration to those around us.  Cherish one another and be thankful for each moment you have together. This is truly a heavenly gift.

Holding God’s Gift in my Hands

porch-bookAs I hold this book in my hand I can scarcely believe I have arrived at this moment. Years of prayer, preparation, creativity, and inspiration have come together in this wonderful package. Along the way, God has provided the words to write, the concept of this book and the timing for its release. I believe He lead me to the right publisher (Crossbooks) who patiently handled my volumes of questions and uncertainty with echoes of reassurance and sound advice. Now as I examine this beautiful book filled with the love for my Savior and my family tucked inside, I am speechless in appreciation. Although the next phase may be uncertain, I know God will tug at my hand and together we will walk in a ministry beyond my expectations.

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