Author: Heidi Viars
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The Flaw
I look around and clearly see That flawlessness you need from me. Perfection is what makes you tick. But can’t you see the Devil’s trick? I look around and what I know That I’m not welcome. I must go. In my blemishes and flaws, It does appear I am at…
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Spirit of God
“Like the wind I cannot see, Like the gust of air I feel, Become the breath inside of me, Oh, Spirit of God. Like a fire in a hearth, Like a flame comes from spark, Set me ablaze – set me apart, Oh, Spirit of God. Like a lighthouse in…
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God is Able
If today you wonder why, If darkness overcame your sky, If you wonder if He’s there … He is able and He cares. If today you cannot hear, If your vision’s blurred by tears, If hope left and fear moved in … Christ has paid for death and sin. If…
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The Last Thing I Remember
Long ago a stranger did say, “May we hold hands and quickly pray? May the last thing you remember of me Be a prayer we prayed for your family.” I never forgot her kindness and deed. That she prayed for a stranger in her need. I thought of her words…
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Becoming Perfect
Originally posted on Unshakable Hope: I’ve learned so much about following Christ over the almost twenty years that I’ve been dealing with this frustrating disease known as ALS. It’s been a long and, in every sense, a painful road to travel. But, from a Christian perspective, it’s these difficult trials…
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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…
