I am broken, yet because of God’s love and mercy, Jesus’ sacrifice, and the Holy Spirit who is living in me, I am being transformed.
Kathleen S Evenhouse
Writing With Vision
I am broken, yet because of God’s love and mercy, Jesus’ sacrifice, and the Holy Spirit who is living in me, I am being transformed.
This is from my Creative Nonfiction course I am taking through http://www.thehabit.co. Assignment: think of a time in which an insight from a story helped you make sense of some experience or problem? If so, tell that story. What’s wrong with me? I need my husband to hear me, yet hope that he doesn’t. How… Read More
That moment when you realize that your children have your twisted sense of humor, and you don’t know whether to be PROUD or SCARED. I’ve got an idea! Let’s join the cicadas this summer and just scream for six weeks straight. You can say, “Have a nice day” and people smile and say thanks.But just… Read More
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days… Read More
Depression isn’t a dragonThat overtly threatensAnd awakensVanquishing knightsInside ourselves. Rather,It is a silent enemyThat infiltratesAnd becomes part of the landscape,Assuming more and more prominenceUntil takeoverIs accomplished. To mount an insurrectionWe must developA vigilant networkOf counter-spiesSnooping through the mundane,Sniffing out each plot,Shoring upThe sagging bulwarksOf equanimity. Sorry, I can’t help you with that. I wrote this… Read More
Last night someone broke into our house and took a dozen eggs. They also left a saucepan filled with warm water. Police think it was poachers. What do you call an ant that has lived for 100 years?Ant-ique. What kind of sound does a train make?A low-commotion.
Even when I was hiding, when I was questioning, when I was rebelling, when I was angry, when I was absolutely unlovable on a human level, God still loved me then, loves me now, and will love me forever.