Heidi Viars

Laundry piles up on the bed and begs to be folded. After-dinner dishes seem to stack themselves in the sink. The weeds in my flowerbeds stare at me, and the vegetables call to be planted in the garden. The list goes on.

Another list grows as well. This one gets longer with each hurt I encounter or hear about. It is a list of prayers and things I could do to help. I have a choice. I can ignore the list, thinking I can’t make a difference, or ask God to reveal to me what He would have me do, through His Holy Spirit.

As with my laundry, which I fold one piece at a time, I pray for needs and hurts – one at a time.
As with the dishes, which I rinse one plate at a time, I take my concerns to God – one at at time.
As with my vegetables, which I plant one at a time, I share and plant God’s Word into the soil of hearts – one a time.

(I wrote this simple poem a while back. I am in awe of how He has answered this request since – in so many unbelievable ways!)

One thousand days,

One thousand paths,

One thousand ways,

Lead me to One.

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One thousand pains,

One thousand hurts,

One thousand chains,

Lead me to One.

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One thousand fears,

One thousand hearts,

One thousand tears,

Lead me to One.

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Abba Father,

Instead of seeing with my eyes,
Help me to see with my heart devoted to You.
Instead of hearing with my ears,
Help me to hear with a soul of compassion.
Instead of walking with my feet,
Help me to walk with my mind steadfast on You,
and step out in faith to
help in Your name –
One hurt at a time