Pondering and poetry by heidi viars
I gave you my Word as a seed to plant Into the heart of the lost and faint. I tilled the ground and the seed was ready. The soil was nourished, the rains came steady. But fields lay barren, the harvest was scares. The…
I have been praying for revival, for several years. My prayer is for the Universal Church, Jesus’ Body, to see what she is able to do, were she to believe all that He told her. We might have to ask us this question, which…
Cold covers the earth. She has seeped under every rock and crevasse and is trying her best to make her way through my front door and windows. She is staying, not budging nor moving on soon. She has blanketed the barren trees with her…
“Father, please strengthen my brothers and sisters who are being persecuted for their faith. Lord, as they sit in prisons and fear the footsteps of their persecutors approaching, give them Your strength. My brother’s house has been burned and his city destroyed. His children…
I wonder if she knows – while she tries to secure life with tightropes, that her control is only an illusion. ~ I wonder if she knows – while she chases for her provisions – that her Maker knows of all her needs….
The ripened heads of wheat bend low With seeds that will not spoil. They know their Maker who did sow Them into prepared soil. Among the wheat the tares grow high – Their prideful stalks not bending, Stretch fruitless bodies to the sky, Not…
Laundry piles up on the bed and begs to be folded. After-dinner dishes seem to stack themselves in the sink. The weeds in my flowerbeds stare at me, and the vegetables call to be planted in the garden. The list goes on. Another list…
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