Pondering and poetry by heidi viars
The deceitfulness of the human heart is far greater and deeper than we can comprehend, but the love of God is deeper still. Each day we should set out on the task to understand both better than we did the day before. * Lord,…
The list I held in my hand grew longer with each moment I sat in the car. I was about to walk into the store and tried to think of anything that did not make it on the list. I sensed anxiety trying to…
The house is quiet. The seconds drip out of the clock into my ears. I remember my grandmother’s clock – and different seconds ticking away. Slower ones made their way across a quiet table, set for two. Time for quiet. Time for silence –…
Slow me down and quiet my heart. Blind me to the distraction that keeps me from seeing You. Deafen me to the noise that draws me away from You. * Your hand is visible all around me. In stillness and peace I can see…
Come walk with me into the night. Come to the fields with me. No man-made light, no city glitz Pollute your eyes to see. * Just look into the night sky here. Just wonder like a child. Let deep within you awe and fear…
In pain and all that comes my way, In joys beyond compare. In seasons grand and lonely day, You work with loving care. * There is no place Your love can’t go. No depth my soul can find. No crevasse of the heart so…
Like aged leaves, which fall to the ground memories fall onto the soil or our hearts and feed our lives. Those memories once were moments, some painful, some sweet. We can allow our memories to either nourish or poison our soil. A forgiving heart,…
Zephaniah 3:17 The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing. * “Father, the thought that You…
Driving through the countryside at this time of year is beautiful. Trees are stunningly displaying the creativity of our Maker. Looking at these trees can bring sweet comfort, knowing that all too soon the earth will covered with a bitterly cold blanket. I was…
“We do not remember days, We remember moments.” Cesare Pavese * I was walking out into the early morning. The air was heavy with a crisp fall fog. Trees were standing like giants in the mist and their beautifully colored leaves were slowly making…
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