Kathleen S Evenhouse
Writing With Vision
The Lord is my light and my salvation— so why should I be afraid? The Lord is my fortress, protecting me from danger, so why should I tremble? 2 When evil people come to devour me, when my enemies and foes attack me, they will stumble and fall. 3 Though a mighty army surrounds me,… 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
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
Jesus spoke to the people once more and said, “I am the light of the world. If you follow me, you won’t have to walk in darkness, because you will have the light that leads to life.” John 8:12, NLT Shoulders tense, I lean forward as I navigate the narrow, icy road. There are no painted… Read More
Shine a light away from you in a dark room. Do you see the beam in midair? Probably not. Light beams will be invisible to you when the air is clear. Does that mean they aren’t there? Of course not. When there is dust, water, or other particles in the air, light beams reflect off… Read More
It was so bright in the bedroom, I thought it must be morning. The clock read 4:27. Okay, morning, but way too early—it’s supposed to still be dark outside. I turned over, and the moonlight was so bright, I had to close my eyes. A white circle, a residual moon-echo, still hung on the inside… Read More
Kathleen S Evenhouse