Category: Ponderings
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Breath-Prayers
A recent post by Mitch Teemley titled made me think … a lot. I then remembered two prayers my husband prayed some time ago. He has prayed many times and many prayers, but I will never forget these two prayers as long as I live. The first one he prayed several…
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Abide – My WORD(s)
To this ONE WORD I want to cleave It is the Word “ABIDE” My foolish ways I want to leave; In Jesus want to hide. But I must know the Devil’s lies; They say “Trapped!” not “Abiding” There in the upside-down he tries To turn “Leave” to “backsliding”. “Abide in…
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Of Raising Kids and Writing
While at my sink doing the dishes today (that’s where I do my best thinking) something occurred to me. My thoughts were prompted by a blog-conversation with Phillip Mullins Writing is a lot like raising kids. My husband and I have six kids. Their ages range from the oldest being old…
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The Suffering of God
God spoke Himself into the dark, Formed part of Him from Him apart. While in His work His love made known, What wasn’t God’s would soon be shown. The suff’ring fields began to grow, For Evil came at night to sow. Among the grains of love and care Now grew…
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In the Beginning
Humans were not the first ones to string lights. It was the Maker Himself. Before man was able to see and feel God’s love, He decorated the heavens and sent glimpses of His creativity into the World. Ethereal, eternal truths – God brought them to earth. He thought man worthy…
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The Perfect Man
Last week my niece made a gift for her single friend. Because the single friend has been wanting a good man, my niece got busy and made her a perfect guy – from cookie dough. At least that’s what he was before he got baked. Every Christmas we are told…
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World Changer
“Don’t bother!” Says the small voice in my head. “It’s just a drop in the ocean!” “The suffering in this world’s too great!” “Don’t waste your time and emotions!” What if the pain of the many don’t add? But what if great need comes in ONE? Wouldn’t we make ONE entirely glad With…
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Dying toward Life
The maple seed it twirls around On wings of snowy gusts Up over roofs it spins about Goes where the wind it thrusts. Its journey-end I cannot see Nor grasp where it will lie. It knows that new life comes to be Through willing seeds that die. “Oh, Lord, that…
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At the End of the Day
What do I own at the end of the day, When the sun goes down on my old, pale frame? What do I own in this world so vast? My house? My car? The wealth I amassed? What do I own when I sit on my bed, When visits are…
Heidi Viars 