Kathleen S Evenhouse
Writing With Vision
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God Oh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine I couldn’t earn it I don’t deserve it Still You give yourself away Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God There’s no shadow You won’t light up Mountain You won’t climb up Coming after… Read More
SUBMISSION. Is it politically correct? To submit means: to present or propose to another for review, consideration, or decision to yield oneself to the authority or will of another to defer to or consent to abide by the opinion or authority of another “Submit” is not a key word I’d want to use to draw… Read More
The more I delve into Adam and Mila’s website, the more I see. This as a great place to visit and revisit. And they encourage sharing the information with others—which is exactly what I am doing here. Baby Cognitive Development The brain of an infant baby is growing faster than at any other time in life! Studies have shown the… Read More
Parenting never ends, the methods just have to change. And I am blessed with grand-parenting also, and I expect to continue in this role as long as my life here on earth. In all the stages, I’ve constantly turned to God’s word for help. But there was nothing specific in the Bible about how to… Read More
Submission is not something we in America do well. I can’t speak for those in other countries, because I don’t have enough experience in and of your cultures. But individual rights and privileges—something I believe in and support—can lead us to think only of ourselves and what we deserve and have rights to. Individualistic thinking—what’s… Read More
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
Holidays bring memories. My mother-in-law loved the Christmas season. Decorations, special meals, kolaches, and presents. No one enjoyed giving presents as much as she did. And we shared a birthday—what fun that had. I still miss her most on our birthday. This is a poem I wrote for her and shared it with her friends at… Read More
Kathleen S Evenhouse 