Kathleen S Evenhouse
Writing With Vision
In 1993, my oldest daughter was a senior in high school–soon to leave home. My father was dying of a brain tumor, and my mother was looking into an unknown future. And I was becoming aware that so many new, unexplored horizons were before me. That’s when I wrote the musings below. Birth A woman… Read More
“But although he made the world, the world didn’t recognize him when he came.” John 1:10 A baby, hours old, turn her face toward her mother’s voice. She recognizes familiar sounds, soothing and secure from when she was being formed. A dog in the house hears the family’s car turn into the driveway. He’s on… Read More
Jesus’ life began with scandal—a young girl impregnated by the Holy Spirit. Who’s going to ever believe that crazy story? Not her betrothed, her parents, her friends, the village elders, or the person who picked up the first stone. Joseph had a dream—he said an angel told him that Mary was telling the truth. He… Read More
What type of light Jesus is calling you to be in this dark world today, right now? Are you a spotlight to expose sins? A flashlight to lead someone through the darkness? A candle to be that first introduction of light in someone’s life? A nightlife to dispel fear? A lighthouse to guide safe passage?… Read More
There are monsters in the closet and hiding under the bed, waiting . . . until Mom turns on the night light. I focus on its soft glow and sleep. Picture by Annie Spratt on Unsplash The Lord is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be… Read More
How is a Christian like a lizard?A lizard is a cold-blooded reptile that can’t make its own body heat. Instead, it depends on energy from the sun. In the early morning, a lizard is so cold it can hardly move. It slowly crawls out into the hot sun to bask a while. When its body… Read More
Gray—that’s how it is. Rain, fog, freezing drizzle, snow. My responsibilities demand energy, but the well is dry. More out of habit than hope, I glance out of the window just as the sun finds a little hole in the clouds and plays a sparkling game with the ice. It lasts only a moment, but… Read More
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