Pondering and poetry by heidi viars
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…
When I stepped outside to take care of my flowers, I found a beautiful surprise. The setting sun was in a haze and its color stunning. For a moment I forgot I was an adult and sat in the grass next to my phlox…
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!”…
This life a river, running fast O’er my heart, a calloused stone. Troubles seem like waters, vast Rushing with the goal to hone. ~ Wake me up, let waters flow. Move me so that I give in. Use this river and do…
His image printed on each face In every heart displayed His glory mirrored in each race Throughout the earth arrayed His picture on the weakest child On old and frail, there too In men and women – both alike His likeness peers on through…
“LORD, help my prideful heart today, My work before YOUR throne to lay. LORD, teach my selfish stubborn will To quiet down – how to be still. ~ Show me that routine tasks I do, Are not for me, but all for YOU. In…
I found these amazing droplets of ice at the edge of the lake. They had formed at the end of some weeds which were dangling in the water. The gentle waves, ever so slowly, brushed against them and formed perfect little pellets. The right…
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