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For the Birds
I grabbed the cold, metal garage door handle and pulled upward. The large, frozen springs on each side squeaked and the wooden panels groaned as the door opened. Winter sunlight poured over the salty grime on the cement floor and onto the garden shelf. I stood and surveyed the watering cans, hooks, trowels and shovels,…
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Rise Heart
This morning, Lindsey just took my breath away with her words. Please check out her beautiful and hopeful post. “What a blessing it was to read here, Lindsey … THANK YOU!” ~~~ Dawn is an old woman creaking out of bed this morning. Her rosy fingers are slow to pull back the covers. Her sigh…
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On Being Seen
For almost two weeks he laid there on the side of the road. He was probably flung overboard by a buckled child who was desperately kicking around for some freedom. He must have slid right past mom’s attention as she pushed a wiggly stroller. The cold December rain and snow did not do him any…
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Of Donkey Kong and Saving Lives …
I feel for the carpeted edge of the stairs with socked toes and make sure not to spill the steaming coffee on my way down. The house is still. It’s too early for the heater to kick in. A sliver of moon presses past the pines and mature oaks and reaches through the egress window…
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A Speck of Dust – Reflections from my Desk
How often do I empty the ordinary of its grandeur –Toss the light of creation power into the darkness of my ignoranceHow often do I mistake the moon and the stars for dust and decay –Replace the grace of God with happenstance But grace – makes the entire universe land, again and again, In specks…
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The Table
I sit in the dark of a dawning morning, trying to plan the day, when to put the casserole in and if I should skip the fresh salad. As I think of the thousands of tables set all over our country today, a different table comes to mind.This table, I believe, is set already. It…
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The Measure of Success
I love the stillness of a quiet house in the early morning. Everyone is sleeping and my coffee steaming while I write. Ever-so-slowly a new morning is poking through the yellowing leaves of the mature oaks by my window. The grandfather clock chimes in the background in rhythm with an old fashioned analog clock on…
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The Song
Let’s take a walk into the night, Come to the fields with me.No man-made glitz, no city lightsHere blind your eyes to see. They say this universe so vastBegan by chance and time.But look real close – there see the past –Behold! God’s forged design. So many stare and think they’re wise,Search hard for life…
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Of Remarkable Hope and Beacons of Fire
I met Shauna on the radio a few years ago. Well, I never met her in person, but when I heard her speak about her desire to “help worn out Christians find permanent rest and relief in Jesus by retelling gospel stories”, I wanted to know more about her and her work. Since then, her…
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True Love
This morning I was reading in Proverbs. One verse brought me to tears. I look back on three decades of marriage and am humbled by my husband’s love. Over 25 years ago, he forgave me that which Christians often consider a reason for divorce. As we prayed by his hospital bed, as he was still…
Heidi Viars
Stories about the Imago Dei and other Holy Moments
Heidi Viars 