Our mother lived 99½ years on this earth and is now enjoying the timelessness of eternity with God in heaven. I praise God for His design of this woman and thank Him for her presence in our lives. Born the sixth child of immigrant farmers, Mom grew with her roots firmly planted in block NW… Read More
Breathe on Me
I was sleeping at my daughter’s house, and in the middle of the night I heard footsteps. The clicking nails of dog paws traveled from the front door, through the hall, and into her bedroom. They paused a moment, then made another circle from the front to the back door. I knew it was Alan,… Read More
Together, We Find Truth
In what way do you find truth most clearly? I visited a church in Visalia, California, in September. Pastor Joel Renkema showed a scenic picture, followed by a painting of the same scene. He asked, “Which one tells the truth the best?” My mind worm was born with that question, and it prompted this blog.… Read More
Swept Off My Feet
This poem has been a long-time coming. The beach episode happened on a Florida extended-family summer vacation three years ago. The church service was a few months later. That night the Holy Spirit woke me up, and I wrote down the truths I mention in the poem. The next morning I added a few more… Read More
The Shunamite Woman: God of the Impossible
What would be worse than not getting your deepest desire? Getting it, and losing it. But what if I knew God does miracles—things impossible for a mere human to even imagine? What if I had already experienced that in my life? Would I be so focused on the tragedy that I forgot the God of… Read More
The Shunamite Woman: Afraid to Ask
Have you ever tried to place yourself inside a Bible story? I read and imagined this story as I was caring for an elderly parent. I must also admit to being a child who asked way too many questions. 8 One day Elisha went to Shunem. And a well-to-do woman was there, who urged him… Read More
Her Last Move
My mom is 99½ years old. Her body is giving all the signs that her move to her heavenly mansion, in the Father’s house, will happen soon. So, I’m in California, staying with my sister, and visiting Mom, helping her eat meals, singing, remembering, and praying. The timing of her move is not ours, but… Read More
Kathleen S Evenhouse 