Author: Heidi Viars
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Of Racism, Hitler Youth, and the Need to Share
My earliest memories of my grandfather are vivid. After Sunday afternoon walks with the family we sometimes ended up in the Gasthaus, a quaint local gathering place in the middle of the village. The adults would sit with beer and wine and talked, while the kids played outside, often until…
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Re-Purposed
My laundry line had been staring at me through my kitchen window. The sight of it made me feel guilty for not using it more and my dryer less. While I love the smell of laundry that has been hung out to dry, I don’t like the work that comes…
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Hear Him
My Father He speaks – for He loves His child. His Words are gentle, His attitude kind. My Father He speaks to those in despair. His patient persistence brings comfort and care. My Father He speaks to the child who seeks Him. He makes Himself known to the humble within.…
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Don’t Get Used to It!
It’s been almost 15 years since we moved from Kansas to Wisconsin. I remember when my husband called me after his job interview with the news that we would soon be moving. “They asked me if you want to come here, before I take the job, to see if you…
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A Bright Future
My future as bright as Your promise to me, That hope in my heart is secure as can be. That my feet walk with peace and steadfast resolve, That Your plans for me stand – those no one can thwart. My future as bright as Your promise to me, That…
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Digging Wells
Been sitting here in this pit for a while. It’s deep in the ground, I bet it’s a mile. Been digging this hole for days, until now Lost track of the time and sunlight somehow. It’s dark and lonely, here in this sad well. I wonder how long I must…
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Imago Dei
His image printed on each face In every heart displayed His glory mirrored in each race Throughout the earth arrayed His picture on the weakest child On old and frail, there too In men and women – both alike His likeness peers on through In those despised by this world’s…
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After All
After listening to Chris Fabry Live today, I was inspired to write my sweet hubby a Valentine’s card. This year we will be married for 28 years. He is still the love of my life.
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Bean By Bean – A Mother’s Look Back on 2015
Earlier this year I calculated my life in days. I estimated that if I live to a little over 80, the total amount of days would amount to roughly 30,000. I then did something what a couple of my family members consider morbid. I took two big glass jars…
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