Kathleen S Evenhouse
Writing With Vision
So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into… Read More
Has this whole Covid issue made fear your constant companion? Have life’s circumstances got you down? Have you been trying to grab hold of your faith, but can’t find it? The answer to these issues is not to be braver, stronger, or to try harder. The answer is to focus on God.Here are some suggestions… Read More
I’m sick and tired of shallow news stories blaring at me to get my attention. They want to suck me in, get me riled up, play with my emotions, pass on my cookies to advertisers, and make me desperate to hear the latest misadventure. Consuming the news is emotionally exhausting, and really doesn’t tell me… Read More
Volleyball practice legally began today in Iowa high schools. My retired-teacher husband returned to coaching varsity volleyball last year, which returned me to participation as well. For lack of a better job title, I’m the official “team grandma.” I love spending time with high school girls each fall, and the relationships we develop show up… Read More
A character in The Truth Teller by Angel Hunt is pretty disgusted with the state of the human race. He says: “… By his very success in inventing labor-saving devices, modern man has created an abyss of boredom and stupidity that only the privileged classes in earlier civilizations ever plumbed. The average blue-collar worker has… Read More
As is my practice, I read the Bible just before I go to sleep. I ask God to fill my thoughts and to wake me with the words He wants me to hear.This particular evening I read: Psalm 126 (NIV) A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. 1 When the Lord brought back his exiles to Jerusalem, it was like a… 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
Kathleen S Evenhouse 