Nancy Moser

Nancy Moser is the award-winning author of over twenty inspirational novels. Her genres include contemporary stories including John 3:16 and Time Lottery, and historical novels of real women-of-history including Just Jane (Jane Austen) and Washington's Lady (Martha Washington). Her newest historical novel is Masquerade. Nancy and her husband Mark live in the Midwest. She’s earned a degree in architecture, traveled extensively in Europe, and has performed in numerous theaters, symphonies, and choirs. She gives Sister Circle Seminars around the country, helping women identify their gifts as they celebrate their sisterhood. She is a fan of anything antique—humans included. Find out more at and

The Things I Should Do

I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature.
For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out.
For what I do is not the good I want to do; no,
the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.

Romans 7:18–19 (NIV)

I was in a zone, working in my basement office. For all I knew, it could have been midnight, or Tuesday, or 1896.

But then, I blinked and came back into the here and now. I let myself acknowledge reality. Oh. You mean I’m not really in 1896 Newport?

Thrust back into real-time, I noticed it. The time. It was 9:30. My retired husband had told me two hours ago he was going to work on the mower.

Go check on him.

I argued with myself. I didn’t want to stop working.

Go check on him.

Okay, then.

I interrupted my work, grabbed an ice-cold Gatorade, and braved the 90 degree heat and the 100 percent humidity to find him.

I was relieved to see he was not hurt (when God nudges, I have a tendency to expect the worst). He was outside hauling the rocks that emerged from our acreage like hefty tulips each spring, moving them to a flow channel. His T-shirt showed sweeping dark stains, evidence of his hard work in the steam bath that is Kansas in the summer.

He heartily downed the drink, told me what he was doing, and complained about the broken mower blade that had found a rock he’d missed. I listened (sweating just standing there), then eagerly retreated inside, back to my air-conditioned cave, back to my work that required only mental sweat and effort.

Yet added to this slight feeling of guilt regarding my creature comforts, I felt good about going outside when I was needed, and giving my husband a bit of relief. He was happy. I was happy. God was happy.

But on the way downstairs, I found myself saying a prayer I’d never prayed before: Lord, please spur me to do good every chance I get—every chance.

It struck me as odd that I’d never prayed this before, for shouldn’t my life’s goal be to do good to all people all the time? Yet I knew my first inclination was to do what I wanted to do as long as I could. Every day. Every hour. Why would I ask God to increase the nudges, which would result in more interruptions to my time?

Because that’s what I should do.

Presently, I’m not far into the aftermath of the prayer, and I can’t say it’s been 100 percent effective (at least on my end), but what I have managed is to accept that I do want God to spur me to do the things I should do—always. Not just occasionally. When there’s a chance, I want Him to nudge me to take it.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ll always say yes.

But until He gets rid of that pesky free-will thing, it’s the best He can do—making me do the best I can do.

“For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do” (Eph. 2:10 NIV).


Nancy Moser