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The Heart of Christmas
The heart of Christmas can’t be found In strings of lights on trees. It doesn’t beat in Christmas sounds. With eyes it can’t be seen. The heart of Christmas you can’t buy In store, or shop, or mall. In sleigh with reindeer it can’t fly, Nor through your chimney fall. The heart of Christmas is…
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Remember
In my business making memories, I have become too occupied to remember. If I never take time to reflect on those memories, that business is worthless. ~~~ “Lord, I admit that I often run around trying to make all these memories, when in fact I never stop and remember why I do what I do.…
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Longing and Waiting
It’s been close to two weeks since I have been on a long walk in the woods. I finally realized that I needed to rest my foot, which has been bothering me for some time. As I am looking through pictures which I have taken recently, my heart is getting heavy with longing. I want…
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Hope of Heaven
Pain, sorrow, and death are earthly agents, Designed to produce a longing for Heaven. Pleasures on earth are temporal glimpses – Pointing to our eternal hope. By making this life about our happiness, We have forfeited the longing and have put our hope in a lie. (Heidi Viars, 2013) 1 Corinthians 15:54-58 When the perishable…
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Cease Striving
“Hey mom, this dinner is excellent! Did you follow the recipe?” His face tried to hide a mischievous smile. He amazed me with his teenage gift of stating the obvious without getting in trouble. And in this case, I have to admit (and please no one tell him), he was right. Instructions are not my…
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A Rainy Day
Reasons are many to like the day When it’s dreary and cold and rainy and grey. When rain pounds, o so loud and clear, On the window, the roof, and into my ear, When the wind makes noise and rain paints the road, When the trees are bend and the last leaves float In puddles,…
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By Streams of Water
Today I left familiar paths And walked down by the lake. There sat in silence on a bench. Watched wind cold waters break. As waves crashed ruthless on the beach, My eyes drifted along. I noticed there a quiet tree. Her trunk was bent, but strong. The earth around her held her tight, While waves…
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Bells and Whistles
Once, on Sundays, around this land Bells rang from steeples small and grand They called to people all around – To church and to God’s holy ground. ~ They called to worshiping the Lord To praying, preaching of the Word. They called to child and old alike, To chase the goal of Jesus Christ. ~…
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Don’t Deny!
Don’t deny in freedom what our brothers and sisters will not deny under great persecution, namely JESUS CHRIST (from the OneCry Prayer Summit Moody Radio Chicago)
Heidi Viars
Finding the Image of God
