What is it like to live as a woman in a patriarchal society? I’ve been asking that of Ruth, the protagonist in my historical novel, Less Than a Widow? While researching this subject, I listened to a Tedtalk called “My daughter, Malala” by Pakistani educator Ziauddin Yousafzai. You can watch this video at: http://www.ted.com/talks/ziauddin_yousafzai_my_daughter_malala#t-273074. Mr.… Read More
light sources: freckles
The sun’s rays haven’t touched my face yet today, and I long to feel their warm kiss on my skin, eyes closed as I lift my face, open my arms wide, and bask in their embrace. The sun has been shining since before I woke up, yet I haven’t made the effort to soak up… Read More
cry out to Jesus
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
light source: eclipsed by glory
David Crowder turns the meaning of eclipse on its head in his song “How He Loves.” “…When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great Your affections are for me…” God’s love is the master eclipse— its light the… Read More
light sources: the man in the moon
Do you see him? The moon is full, round, and brilliant— so bright that trees cast shadows and I can find my way in the darkness. I stand still and look at the moon, in awe at the beauty, whispering thanks for the light, and I see him— the man in the moon, looking lovingly… Read More
light sources: daylight moonshine
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
light sources: tinies together
I reflect only an iota of light because I am tiny. Oh, how much light could be spread if I was just one of many miniscule lights shining together. Wait. I am… …one of many who contain the Holy Spirit fire. God planned it that way. Let’s light up the world.
Kathleen S Evenhouse 