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The Last Gift
The last Christmas gift arrived Saturday while I stood on my porch in the snow and while I shook out the left-over Christmas dust from the doormats and rugs. Just as I was about to head into the house to finish my weekend chores, the FedEx truck pulled into the driveway. Since our walkway is…
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Epiphany – Christmas Afterthoughts
(I wrote these words on Christmas morning and wasn’t sure if I should post them. For many the Christmas season comes to end with Epiphany. I pray, however, that the wonder of the incarnation be with us throughout the year to come.) I look beyond my computer screen out of my office window into an…
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My Prayer for You in the New Year
I pray you find God’s open doorsFind gates to pastures greenPursue the blessings which are yoursBe calmed by quiet streams But when the road on which you’re sentIs dark and cold the wayI pray there be a single friendWhen doubt-winds make you sway I pray you leave the doors locked tightWhich closed by God’s own…
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Pregnant with the World to Come
Anticipation fills my heartLonging for the world to comeA placeWhere birds no longer chasedBy ice and cold.Where children no more die and strayAnd mothers get to holdTheir babes – caress their smiling face. My soul it thirstsFor coming ways when newsOf sickness and of shortened daysNot even are in memories past.When instead the soulLooks straight…
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The Suit
A Short Story (Fiction – Kind Of) John stood in the cold bedroom staring into the dresser mirror and stroked a strand of white hair from his face. His skin sagged around his high cheekbones and neck. The white shirt and black tie made him look even more pale than he already was. The…
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The Worship of the Luna Moth
Sometimes a story makes me emotional before I ever understand it completely, before I have dug for its meaning and before I had time to meditate on it to see what God might have to say through it. This one is one of those stories. I have not completely comprehended what it all means and…
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Good Fruit
She bent back hard when I leaned into her mature branches. For years she had been faithfully producing fruit, each year a little more. This past week, I was worried she wasn’t able to take much more of the intense spring storms. I was concerned she would break when strong winds whipped thought the…
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The Rushing of the River
O, that you be quieted, my soul – Not with the words of the wiseNor with the arguments of kingsNot even by the sound of grand symphonies — But that your depth would find its peace In the deafening sound of the rushing river In the persistent call of the mother wren And in the…
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Of Billion Dollar Deals and The Cost of Discipleship
What is a good deal for some, might not be for others. It all depends on the side of the table you occupy. When my husband’s employer of 23 years made the announcement last month that the company sold for billions of dollars, not everyone was excited. “This is the time to reinvent yourself,” said…
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Blue-Feathered Thoughts
Like the weathered branches Of the old pineMy thoughts swayHeavy. They bend and stray – Obedient to an unstable atmosphere,To chaos, to storm A blue-feathered thoughtFlits in, takes a rests.Up and down he ridesOn the branch of the pine.Provisions are plenty Down here, where winds are the norm. He calls me through squeaky gates. Invites me to gaze…
Heidi Viars
Finding the Image of God
