Kathleen S Evenhouse
Writing With Vision, LLC
I’m judgmental. Oh, I don’t call it that. I name it anything else, from discernment, to people skills, or even self-protection. But the truth is that I categorize people and events and put them in the pigeon holes I believe they belong in. Categorizing is a valuable skill, one that is necessary for communication, for understanding, even for… Read More
What does it take for you to feel at home? Many of us would make a list of things: temperatures, safety, conveniences, rights… Now pick a different country, culture, financial stratum, time in history, and ask yourself the question again. What does it take for you to feel comfortable and content? Did your list change… Read More
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
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
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
When the sun is bright in the sky— too radiant to look at without damaging my eyes— does the moon still reflect its light? Surely it does on the other side of the world where the inky darkness of night covers the earth with shadow. But I don’t look for the moon during my daylight… Read More
I reflect His light as the moon does the sun— waxing and waning as the days pass. but the differences in the light I mirror is not a result of my light source’s output— which never wanes or waxes, but blazes with such bright rays that I cannot, in my frailty, look at it head-on… Read More
