Category: Christian non-fiction
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A Strange Place
While walking through the morning fields, My heart is drawn to this strange place A place where all my worries yield Where troubles bend to stunning grace. While my concerns and fears remain, While not one single trouble leaves, I hear, “Child, nothing is in vain!” And there I sense Him in…
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Like the Dew
This morning I went out early. The grass was wet with dew and the field glistened in the early morning sun. A stunning amount of droplets had gathered all over the grass, shrubs, and flowers. I couldn’t help but take my shoes off to feel the cold, wet morning…
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After All
I am so grateful to my best Friend who has stuck it out with me for the past 30 years. (I wrote this a couple of years ago. The words are still true today!)
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A Part of the Whole
As I was walking through the woods a few days ago, I came across a single blossom, suspended by an almost invisible thread of spider web. It took some time to catch this delicate flower with my phone camera. An ever so slight breeze kept moving it out of view of…
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Fearful Neighbors
I am having a hard time getting used to them. Quite frankly, they are a bit annoying. I think I made the property look way too inviting. At first, they both took a careful glance at the house and left. Then they came back – for good. Our neighborhood hasn’t…
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Hidden in Clear View
Sometimes we miss the blessings right in front of us. Keep looking for them. You might be surprised how close they are. “Lord, I so often miss the gifts you have set before me. Open my eyes so I can see them and open my heart so I can embrace…
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Dear Jesus
“Dear Jesus, My heart is overwhelmed with the glimpses of your kindness toward me. My soul cannot comprehend your deep, abiding love. Even though I mocked your Word of Truth, you loved me despite my foolishness. Even though I drove those nails into your hands, you touched me and healed my…
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Holocaust Remembrance Day (January 27th, 2018)
Trains filled with tears. On one way tracks, Pulled by invisible evil – passing gates that lie about freedom – Drawn by vile forces into hell. Fires, fueled by God’s own image. Ovens can’t burn hot enough to consume the guilt. Mass graves, bottomless pits, fed by famished frames. Their…
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Spirit Centered
Here is another square “poem” (maybe more prose). “If you love me, you will keep my commandments. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Helper, to be with you forever, even the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it…
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The Center of a Square
Today read about a “square poem”. I loved it and tried it myself Made me think about my theology. I felt like playing Sudoku with Jesus! Here it goes … (it doesn’t quite rhyme … will work on that) You can read it line by line. The columns repeat the…
Heidi Viars 