Author: Heidi Viars
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Crossing Paths with Humility
The path was covered in snow and undisturbed by humans. Only animal tracks were visible. Then a set of tiny foot prints caught my eyes. A small bird had been here before me. His small frame had pushed its tracks gently in the snow and now drew my eyes to…
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Your Only Weapon
The following poem was inspired by a wonderful wordsmith and poet. She recently wrote a poem titled “Where’s Your Bible”. Please check out her God-honoring writings at Christian Poetry by Deborah Ann Your Only Weapon Sword of the Spirit, Word of God The weapon no foe can defeat Law of…
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PAIN
I took this picture this morning on my walk. The tree reminded me of “PAIN” … how the branches had grown up-ward in a struggle of sort. On their own, one might consider each a wayward attempt at being a part of a strong tree. However, as the sun reflected…
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Early Morning Finds
(What marvelous treasures I found this morning. With only -1 degrees Fahrenheit ( -17 degrees Celsius) these finds warmed my heart!) God is a Marvelous Creator. Come walk with me – I know, it’s cold. But let’s go out to see What marvels our God prepared- Find what our paths…
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Of Mercy and Discipline
There are few questions I despise. One of them is, “Do you know how fast you were going, ma’am?” I knew I was busted. He was nicely tucked in at the bottom of the hill. As soon as I passed him, he pulled out. With my eyes glued to my…
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Under His Feet
We tried to row and move along. The winds were harsh and waves were strong. With raging storms and waters high, We could not move for fear to die. * You just had shown your mighty pow’r, In feeding crowds that previous hour. You stayed behind, now all alone…
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For Saeed
They hurled insults, and spat on you. They laughed – said that you’re mad. They beat and kicked you in your face, Then left and hoped you’re dead. * They said you must deny your God. Then beat you till you would. They tried to take your hope and faith,…
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Pardon Me
S’cuse me while you folks debate, In knowledge deep and high, While you ponder those who’re gone And said their last good bye. * Sorry, if I bother you, In fig’ring out who lied, That boy took daddy’s gun away Left, shot himself, and died. * I’m sorry if I…
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