Tag: love
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The Wellspring
When Love is abundant, store it awayFor a time of great hate will comeWhen it does and you stand in warring days You’ll have plenty to draw love from. When it’s day and gorgeous Light fills your eyes,Keep the vision of Light in mind.For darkness will come and and evil will riseWhen for the blind your…
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Ground Zero
It started at ground zero. A microscopic organism caused havoc on an entire planet and shut down the World in the physical realm. It made us worry, fear, retreat, and isolate. What might God do, if we became truly infected with His love? What if we stopped protecting our hearts from His painful work in…
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How I Love You!
What all could I do, to show you my love? Should I let the stars sing, or turn planets above? What else could I move, to convince you I care? Should I send raging storms, or move lightening through air? What act of my love would persuade you today? Should I, in myself, for depravity…
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Gifts in the Garbage
When I came home, I noticed the garbage was still at the curb. Normally the collectors make their rounds much earlier in the morning. I had just bought a box of chocolates to pass on to our faithful garbage person next week. But seeing an opportunity to get that done early, I wrapped the candy…
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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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To My Stained Glass Friends
Your life, a gift – by God’s own will, Created to reflect the Light, Was placed with perfect thought and skill To mirror God’s amazing might. ~ Hope, Light, and Love through you He sheds, While holding you in precious hands, Illuminates what once was dead, Shows those around you hopeful plans. ~ His wisdom…
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Of Stones and Memories
Today, I gathered stones from the middle of the stream. Just like with my memories, I choose the ones I keep. Just like with these stones, The harsh edges of my memories soften With life’s constant changes. Changes wash over me Like the flowing creek, Which hones the path of my mind. I can choose…
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Holy Ground
I do not have many opportunities to visit my childhood home. Only every few years, I get to go travel to see my mother and father, sisters, and extended family overseas. There are wonderful aspects to that as well as many drawbacks. A wonderful aspect is that we can easily overlook small offenses. We know…
Heidi Viars 