Category: Revival
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And the Stars
I am stuck in Job chapter 26. I am reading the last verse over and over, soaking in its depth and meditating on its richness. “Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways. And how small a whisper do we hear of him!But the thunder of his powerwho can understand?” Job 26:14…
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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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Psalms and my New Problem
“New!” It’s not always my favorite word.“New” – makes me halt and wonder,“Why change?”I was getting crabby, right there in the middle of singing praises to God.“Too loud!”“Too new!”“I like it the old way!”I heard my thoughts repeat themselves. Then, as if the earth itself suddenly opened, right there on…
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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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Notifications
I just checked my blog. Nope. No little bell going off. Then I checked my Facebook. Nope. No little hearts for likes. Then I checked outside. I found hundreds of both. Father, forgive me. I often chase the empty, short-lived praise of man, when your word to me is love.”…
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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…
Heidi Viars 