The sun’s rays haven’t touched my face yet today, and I long to feel their warm kiss on my skin, eyes closed as I lift my face, open my arms wide, and bask in their embrace. The sun has been shining since before I woke up, yet I haven’t made the effort to soak up… Read More
If I ran the world
If I ran the world I would choose: adoration over abstinence, beauty over bravery, cameos over character, desire over deliberation, entertainment over endurance, fulfillment over frustration, gifted over growth, happy over hearty, id over instructive, joy over justice, keep over keen, lovely over lonely, me-centric over maternal, now over next time, opinion over orientation, peaceful… Read More
cry out to Jesus
So many people I know are spending these winter days, weeks, and months beside a loved one who is dying. I can’t always be there with you, at your side to sit quietly in support, to hold your hand or give you a hug, to weep with you… So I give you music that filled… Read More
light source: eclipsed by glory
David Crowder turns the meaning of eclipse on its head in his song “How He Loves.” “…When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great Your affections are for me…” God’s love is the master eclipse— its light the… Read More
light sources: eclipse
Can anyone see you are a Christian? Or, when they look at you, do they see a lunar eclipse? Does the shadow of the earth blanket you, not allowing the sun’s light to reach you so that you can reflect its rays? Don’t you know that, as a Christian, the sun shines within you and… Read More
light sources: faith in the yet unseen
The sun is shining but how can I reflect its rays when storm clouds of fear and pain block their passage to my soul. My bed is floating on a flood of nightly tears; my gut writhes and clenches as I cry out to you for mercy and help. How long, Oh Lord, how much… Read More
light sources: the man in the moon
Do you see him? The moon is full, round, and brilliant— so bright that trees cast shadows and I can find my way in the darkness. I stand still and look at the moon, in awe at the beauty, whispering thanks for the light, and I see him— the man in the moon, looking lovingly… Read More
Kathleen S Evenhouse 