Author: Heidi Viars
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Reflections
Not a light made by man Can compare to the dew –To the millions of strands Which the morning makes new Not a word I can shout Can come close to God’s Word When the flower speaks out In her silence He’s heard. “And which of you by being anxious…
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Feet
We were asked to write about feet in our writing class. I wondered what my feet and life would look like at the end of my journey. This is a (super)short story. “Oma, what’s wrong with your feet?” She smiles at me as she skips toward…
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Your Story Matters
Every so often we meet people and happen into circumstances which leave us changed. Leslie Leyland Fields and her writing courses have done this for me. Sometimes I feature books and other things worth exploring… this is one of those times. https://www.leslieleylandfields.com/whyyourstorymatters
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Notifications
I just checked my blog. Nope. No little bell going off. Then I checked my Facebook. Nope. No little hearts for likes. Then I checked outside. I found hundreds of both. Father, forgive me. I often chase the empty, short-lived praise of man, when your word to me is love.”…
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Kneeling in Ashes
I bought the hooded jacket not because I needed it, but because it was only five dollars. It fits. It’s light and has a soft lining, perfect for my walks in Wisconsin spring. There is only one problem. It’s white. This morning I realized, white is not conducive to kneeling…
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Looking Through
I was eight when Voyager 1 launched into space in 1977. The NASA mission opened the universe and provided the world with a whole new view. Human kind was now able to peer through the eyes of a spacecraft deeper into the stars. Our planet never looked the same to…
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Of Giant and Tiny Blessings
Black-capped Chickadees are my favorite birds. They are so friendly and nosy. They bounce toward the bird feeders like tiny Tiggers in the Hundred Acre Wood. They communicate with up to sixteen different calls, making these North American forests ring with their chatter in any season. After I fill my…
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It’s Puzzling to Me
As I prayed, staring out into the cold day, my eyes fell on the tiny water droplets on the window, first frozen then melted condensation. My heart is unable to fathom His goodness and imagine His love – Yet, I am forced to try and put Him into my failing…
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God’s Glory
From mountain tops and lakes pristineI gazed at teeming fields belowWhere rivers bent and gently flowedFelt there You said, “I can be seen” I walked a beach sat there with birdsTook in the sound of seagulls criesAnd eagles soaring as they sighedFelt there You said, “I can be heard” I…
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Frozen Light
“Meet me at the cross.” The voice wasn’t audible, but couldn’t have been more clear. As I drove into the woods, I knew where He wanted me to go. I don’t hear from God with my ears, and not often as clearly as I did that morning. Mostly, He makes…
Heidi Viars 