Even there Your hand will lead me poems and reflections by Heidi Viars. My heart is overwhelmed with the glimpses of your kindness toward me. My soul cannot comprehend your deep, abiding love. Even though I mocked your Word of Truth, you loved me despite my foolishness. Even though I drove those nails into your hands, you touched me and healed my brokenness. Even though I despised your leading, you gently called my name and drew me into your presence.

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Do not fall in love. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you. In every beautiful place,. So that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. In the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms.