Category: devotional
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Is God Hard of Hearing?
When I read Dr. John Koessler’s recent blog https://johnkoessler.com/2021/08/02/is-god-hard-of-hearing/ many thoughts flooded my mind. If you are a fellow prayer-struggler, I recommend you to take the time to read “Is God Hard of Hearing”. After reading his thoughts, the following stirred in my heart. *** I came to put my…
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Feet
We were asked to write about feet in our writing class. I wondered what my feet and life would look like at the end of my journey. This is a (super)short story. “Oma, what’s wrong with your feet?” She smiles at me as she skips toward…
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Kneeling in Ashes
I bought the hooded jacket not because I needed it, but because it was only five dollars. It fits. It’s light and has a soft lining, perfect for my walks in Wisconsin spring. There is only one problem. It’s white. This morning I realized, white is not conducive to kneeling…
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Of Giant and Tiny Blessings
Black-capped Chickadees are my favorite birds. They are so friendly and nosy. They bounce toward the bird feeders like tiny Tiggers in the Hundred Acre Wood. They communicate with up to sixteen different calls, making these North American forests ring with their chatter in any season. After I fill my…
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It’s Puzzling to Me
As I prayed, staring out into the cold day, my eyes fell on the tiny water droplets on the window, first frozen then melted condensation. My heart is unable to fathom His goodness and imagine His love – Yet, I am forced to try and put Him into my failing…
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Frozen Light
“Meet me at the cross.” The voice wasn’t audible, but couldn’t have been more clear. As I drove into the woods, I knew where He wanted me to go. I don’t hear from God with my ears, and not often as clearly as I did that morning. Mostly, He makes…
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The Door
There is a door – cracked open a bit It seems Heaven is peeking throughA Silence beckons to enter it Behind, Heaven’s Hope rings true. The door asks for all to make a choice To walk through or not enter in Draws the heart of man with an unheard voice To cross over – leave…
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(Literal) Reflections from a Basement Desk
Recently, my thoughts and I moved to the basement. For months, we had crept across the dinging room table, unintentionally and slowly swallowing up more and more space with papers and books. I reluctantly agreed with my husband. He thought it might be good to make room so the family…
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IN THE BEGINNING
Early one morning – the sun was still weak, I stepped through an old rusted gate.Walked into my garden and took peekWhat I saw, I know, was my fate. Overcome by a wonder I’d never seenAs if traveled the universe vast I looked and there from a vine shone a beam, Drew me…
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The Kindness of America
I still remember seeing her for the first time. I was craning my neck while looking down from my window seat as we approached the airport. She stood motionless in her green patina reaching out her torch to enlighten the world. She moved something deep within me. She came from…
Heidi Viars 