Heidi Viars

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Category: Christian non-fiction

  • 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…

  • Pastor Saeed

    Please continue to pray for Saeed!  

  • 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,…

  • 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…

  • Living and Looking into Surrender

    This year I am doing it differently! No more resolutions. Instead I have decided to follow a movement (My One Word) that has spread throughout the country, of choosing a word for the year and living into it. I prayed about this process and asked God to reveal to me…

  • Awareness

    Awareness … of the sound of the ice breaking and snow crunching beneath my feet … Awareness … of my heartbeat drumming in unison with the pace of my walk … Awareness … of my breath, visible only for a short second … Awareness … of the sunbeam breaking through…

  • Follow Me

    (The best sermons preached are those coming from our own hearts reaching down into our own souls… such was this poem!) * You can’t just click to follow Me You must deny yourself. You can’t hit “like” to help you see – But love and live for me. * You…

  • LOSER MOM

    Parenting is humbling. Parenting teenagers can be downright humiliating. While we instruct and correct we must do so carefully and lovingly, lest we ourselves become the object lessons to our juvenile audience. Yes, I admit, I am a loser. Let me explain. Last night my kids went with a bunch…

  • Some Awe vs. Awesome

      So often I rush about, seeking recognition, and trying to make myself indispensable and important. Resting and slowing down to see the beauty in nature seem counter cultural and counter self. But here in the rest and outside, my mind is able to chase the unfathomable, the unbelievable, and…

  • Walk With Me

    Walk with me. Let’s remember the spring when we planted gardens and watched them grow. Walk with me. Let’s remember the summer when we sat at the beach and watched the kids play. Walk with me. Let’s remember the fall when we ate apples and watched the leaves dance. Walk…