Author: Heidi Viars
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Fine Linen
A lot of mud gets dragged in when snow starts melting. Clothes and shoes get dirty quickly. Maybe that is why most weddings happen in the summer. Maybe the mud and muck clinging to the bride’s gown would distract from her beauty. In Revelation 19 the Bible describes the Bride…
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A Day is Like a Thousand Years
Sometimes our days feel like drops in an ocean. Out of the seemingly abundant supply of time they appear insignificant and disappear never having left a meaningful mark or made a difference in us. We call them ordinary, mundane or even irrelevant. Then there are those days which leave us…
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Where is God When We Hurt?
This question is frequently asked. I wonder if the question can be turned around. “Where are we when God hurts? Do we walk in the good works that He has prepared for us to do? Are we zealous for good deeds? Are we seeking His heart and try to change…
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Footprints in the Snow
The walk was beautiful. On this very last day of the year, snow-covered paths, fields and trees spread out in front of me. Only a week ago, 15-18 inches of snow had come down and covered the earth all around me. I took deep breaths and was feeling tremendously blessed…
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The Word for the Year on the Road Less Traveled
The word is … “Surrender”… Yes, this morning He confirmed it. I was walking on groomed paths through the woods. It was a beautiful 3 mile walk. At one point I came to a fork in the road. I had a choice, taking the plowed, easy, pretty road, or take…
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Winter of the Soul
Cold covers the earth. She has seeped under every rock and crevasse and is trying her best to make her way through my front door and windows. She is staying, not budging nor moving on soon. She has blanketed the barren trees with her companion, the snow. Branches stretch like…
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Out of Grace
When God’s Son took on flesh, He truly and bodily took on, out of pure grace, our being, our nature, ourselves. (Dietrich Bonhoeffer)
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Weeping Mothers
Matthew 2:18 “A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be comforted, because they are no more.” * The pointless murders of our youth – The weeping mothers’ calls – The heartache, pain, and mourning vast – You see and…
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Our Darkness – Your Light
I’ve seen the darkness all around. I’ve felt its cold grip so abound, In the streets and on TV And in the schools for all to see. * I’ve heard the darkness in my home. Sensed darkness in the loved ones gone. In my day and in my dream, On…
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Even If…
Even if we baked all the cookies perfectly, Even if we were able to capture the perfect family photo, Even if our houses were the brightest in the neighborhood, Even if we could send the perfect gift to all our loved ones, Even if our children never messed up their…
Heidi Viars 