Pondering and poetry by heidi viars
This life a river, running fast O’er my heart, a calloused stone. Troubles seem like waters, vast Rushing with the goal to hone. ~ Wake me up, let waters flow. Move me so that I give in. Use this river and do…
I need to make a confession. I LOVE MY CHURCH! There is not a day that goes by, that I don’t have some contact with someone from my church. Don’t get me wrong, my church has issues. (Well, I attend there … and hence…
Come walk with me into the night. Come to the fields with me. No man-made glitz, no city lights Taint tired eyes to see. Some say that all this grandeur vast Made self by chance and time. Come, look real close and see the…
Again, we find ourselves staring at endless needs. Here in the deep waters and floods of pain, we learn to say yes to Jesus and to one another. He takes our small yeses, one at a time, and blesses in ways we could never…
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