Category: Ponderings
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Made to Shine
Week after week I dust and shine, Pick up what’s left behind. I mop and clean things that aren’t mine, Scrub stains which I can find. ~ One by one, I clean your rooms, Throw trash out you don’t need, Clean up dishes, use my broom, Wash windows – help…
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Voices
“Your work is trash.” “Your light is dim.” “Your words are rash.” “You cause is grim.” ~ “Your friends you drained.” “Your kids are pale.” “Your spouse is faint.” “Your heart is frail.” ~ Who speaks these words Which closely stick To heart and mind And make me sick? ~…
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Provisions
The tiniest of creature You see. You are intimately acquainted with its way. You speak through Your creation. You show Your ways through brilliant glimpses. In my quiet search for You, I find peace and rest. In my wonder about Your creation, I gain wisdom and understanding. In my faithful…
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One at a Time
Laundry piles up on the bed and begs to be folded. After-dinner dishes seem to stack themselves in the sink. The weeds in my flowerbeds stare at me, and the vegetables call to be planted in the garden. The list goes on. Another list grows as well. This one gets…
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Delight and Justice
Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him, and he will act. He will bring forth your righteousness as the light, and your justice as the noonday. (Psalm 37:4-6) ~ “Father, help me to…
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Reflections
Sometimes, beautiful reflections come out of muddy and dreary places in our lives. Sometimes, the tears we shed into puddles on the path provide an opportunity for our Father to reflect His grace. May we always be available for God to use our story, no matter how dirty or messy…
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Longing
We long … Longing for the earth to release her beauty in spring. Longing for coolness and shade on a sun-scorched summer’s day. Longing for the harvest to ripen in fall. Longing for snow to cover the gray earth in winter. Longing again for the last snow to melt. We…
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His Present Light
I am sitting in my office. Outside my window, the new day is peeking over the horizon through a small patch of trees. The sky has slowly started on fire. These moments draw my eyes upward. Marvelous red and orange colors melt together with purple and blue. The night is…
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I Am Not Who You Think I Am
“I am not who you think I am.” That is what I said again this morning, while waving back at the friendly oncoming traffic. People have been waving at me like crazy, ever since we purchased this vehicle. At first, I thought nothing of it. But over these past several…
Heidi Viars 