Heidi Viars

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Category: Christian non-fiction

  • PAIN

    I took this picture this morning on my walk. The tree reminded me of “PAIN” … how the branches had grown up-ward in a struggle of sort.  On their own, one might consider each a wayward attempt at being a part of a strong tree. However, as the sun reflected…

  • Early Morning Finds

    (What marvelous treasures I found this morning. With only -1 degrees Fahrenheit ( -17 degrees Celsius) these finds warmed my heart!) God is a Marvelous Creator. Come walk with me – I know, it’s cold. But let’s go out to see What marvels our God prepared- Find what our paths…

  • Of Mercy and Discipline

    There are few questions I despise. One of them is, “Do you know how fast you were going, ma’am?” I knew I was busted. He was nicely tucked in at the bottom of the hill.  As soon as I passed him, he pulled out. With my eyes glued to my…

  • 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…