Author: Heidi Viars
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Right Now
When I was a teen All skinny and smart I wished for a man With whom never to part. I got a good man And wished for a ring For the vows to last That to me he would cling. He clung to my heart We wished for a child…
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Pick it Up
I got up with an attitude. I hadn’t slept well and the fog outside wasn’t helping my mood. I grabbed a quick cup of coffee and the leash and stumbled outside and went for the woods. I walked and prayed but couldn’t climb out of the funk. “Lord, I don’t…
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Looking for God
“There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” C.S. Lewis
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Tornados
I sat on the tailgate of our pick-up truck outside of town and watched a huge storm come together. I could see for miles as it formed over the vast space of Kansas prairie. The low hanging clouds looked like the underside of an egg carton and had an ominous,…
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His Glory
When I stepped outside to take care of my flowers, I found a beautiful surprise. The setting sun was in a haze and its color stunning. For a moment I forgot I was an adult and sat in the grass next to my phlox cushions. I stuck my camera into…
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One More Person
Someone once said, “As Christians we stand at the gates of hell and redirect traffic.” When I contemplate our efforts as Christians in evanglism, I am reminded of the ending scene of the movie “Schindler’s List”. Years ago that scene left me undone and made (and still has) a big impact…
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The Games We Play
Recently, I told a friend that I felt like my faith and walk with God were more like a game of “Chutes and Ladders” than a steady climb up Mount Everest. Since we have expanded our family from three to six kids a little over four years ago by adoption,…
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The Crown (Continued…)
It was a rough night. The pain in my hand kept me up for most of it. Even before the sun came up and the first light of day came into the room, I could see my hand was swollen and terribly infected. A red, painful streak was making its…
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The Crown
This past week someone asked me to imagine what it would have been like to be there at the scene of the cross, to assume someone’s point of view. The following made its way from my heart. It just stuck there in the ground, bloody and tangled, in an eerie…
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A Dancing Angel
On my dining room table sets a beautiful candle. I received it as a gift a few weeks ago. I don’t light it much for fear it will soon be used and gone. Recently, I was sitting down after a particular trying day and lit it. I watched it over…
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