Pondering and poetry by heidi viars
It started at ground zero. A microscopic organism caused havoc on an entire planet and shut down the World in the physical realm. It made us worry, fear, retreat, and isolate. What might God do, if we became truly infected with His love? What… Continue Reading “Ground Zero”
I came in the house carried food from afar Like women of old, who shopped at bazaars. Was tired and beat from reading the signs, From standing on blue tape and waiting in lines. “How was it?” my hubs and all the kids asked.… Continue Reading “Of Monsters and Beasts”
The pastor gave the final blessing over the congregation from an empty stage. He looked down at his guitar as he strummed a few soft chords and prayed. He was a gentle musician and an honest preacher. “Love people and love God!” He’d say.… Continue Reading “She Much Rather …”
Gracious and Loving Father, While we feel trapped in our homes, help us to see that we are trapped by sins and free in Christ. While we look at our screens and feel helpless, help us to look out the window and see your… Continue Reading “A (COVID19) Prayer”
“Hi. My name is Heidi and I am a people junky!” I love people (for most part mostly most of them). I love them like the books I read. I try to understand them and get their point. I love them them at the… Continue Reading “Doing Church”
While I washed my hands today, I asked the Lord to bless the work of our hands. I thought of an encounter at the store. I don’t remember much of her, No name, nor what she wore, But that her old hands made me… Continue Reading “Her Hands”
I just scratched off the last appointment on my calendar. Now what? How about we get together here and pray? IN THE COMMENT SECTION Tell us your favorite go-to verse … and/or 2. Tell us how we can pray for you specifically. Be as… Continue Reading “Calling for a Get-Together”
Long ago, at a time when wars were fought with swords, in a warring country, lived a young, valiant man who yearned to fight at the front lines of the raging battle. He was courageous and often asked his father for a sword so… Continue Reading “The Sword”
He wasn’t dying. That is, he wasn’t dying as quickly as everyone expected. Dying slowly was one thing; dying alone was another. She hated the thought that he had to endure both. She pulled up a chair next to his hospital bed and reached… Continue Reading “It Takes Time”
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