Author Archives: Heidi Viars

About Heidi Viars

“If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth ...” ― C.S. Lewis ..... In my pursuit of self, I found utter darkness. In my pursuit of truth, I found Jesus, who dispelled the darkness by His forgiveness. Now I follow Him and try to understand Him better. I am a wife, mother of 6, blogger and love taking photographs of sunrises.

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 … Continue reading

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Pruning Jam

I love gooseberry jam. I hate gooseberry bushes. The shrubs have vicious thorns and at this time of year need pruning. Even with heavy gloves, the thick thorns poke through as to try to keep me from doing my job. … Continue reading

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Anticipation and Surprise

For my birthday my husband and sister gave me a most memorable gift, a visit to Germany to see my family – all by myself.  I can’t recall a time in my married life I have traveled alone for an … Continue reading

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Showers of Guilt

While finishing my quiet time, I asked (no, begged) the Lord to let me know His presence. I was like a little girl in the store asking her daddy to please let her pick up a piece of candy on … Continue reading

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“I don’t Negotiate!”

It’s been (and still is) a long, cold winter here in Wisconsin. The grass disappeared what seems like a decade ago and has been covered since with ice, snow, more ice and more snow. I love going on walks but … Continue reading

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The Heartbeat of Communion

Communion She wrapped her right thumb and pointer finger around the tiny, clear communion cup and cradled her left hand around it all. She stared into the dark grape juice. The music played softly in the background while the ushers … Continue reading

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Originally posted on Wings of the Dawn:
 I pushed against the heavy, ice-covered, glass front door To take a peek into a frozen world. I was reminded of the many Who don’t look from a warm inside out, But have…

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