Category: prayer
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Solitude
In solitude and lonely hour, In friendless night and feeble power, In desperate fight and weakness stark, You’re in the midst of all my dark. In tears that cloud my eyes to see, In answers that eluded me, In helplessness and on my knees, You are the God who cares…
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Winter of the Soul
Cold covers the earth. She has seeped under every rock and crevasse and is trying her best to make her way through my front door and windows. She is staying, not budging nor moving on soon. She has blanketed the barren trees with her companion, the snow. Branches stretch like…
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Her Lost Song
January is Human Trafficking Awareness Month. Once right -now wrong, Her pain so real. Her childhood song He came to steal. * The voice of truth – The reason why – Their whispers fade, In silent cry. * A violent thought, A tragic choice, Of flesh in need, He took…
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Patience
Now wait my soul, Don’t rush ahead. Your God will keep All that He said ~ While all seems dark, While silence stands, He is not far. You’re in His hands. ~ So wait my soul. Don’t fret and fear. Be still and know Your God is near.
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PLEASE PRAY FOR THE HOMELESS
I pushed against the heavy, ice-covered, glass front door To take a peek into a frozen world. I was reminded of the many Who don’t look from a warm inside out, But have to look from a cold outside in. PLEASE PRAY FOR THE HOMELESS! Here are some practical things…
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Shiny Sins
I don’t mind cleaning, most days that is. The smell of a freshly cleaned floor and the sight of a shiny kitchen counter even brings me joy. That’s why decided, several years ago, to make cleaning my profession. It pays well and fits in with my schedule. The flexible hours…
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Open Me
Open my eyes to the souls next to me. Open my vision to hearts who can’t see. Open my ears so their cries I can hear. Open my life, living Christ’s hope – not fear. Open my arms to the hurt and the lost. Open my wallet not counting the…
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Closing Curtains
The play is over. The light is dimmed. The curtain is closing. A few actors are still left, Forced to move to the center stage. Sorry, there are no flowers, Only chilling applause for those who played to the end. Thank you for a marvelous performance. See you next season~…
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Gifts with the Garbage
Today, the alarm went off early. The gift was ready to go, sitting by the front door. In a see-through, large, airtight bag it looked quite pretty. The card read, “TO THE GARBAGE COLLECTOR – THANK YOU!” I had securely tied a flashlight (a 200 hour LIFE GEAR, glow in…
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Gifts in the Garbage
When I came home, I noticed the garbage was still at the curb. Normally the collectors make their rounds much earlier in the morning. I had just bought a box of chocolates to pass on to our faithful garbage person next week. But seeing an opportunity to get that done…
Heidi Viars 