In his song “With Every Act of Love,” Jason Grey sings: “God put a million, million doors in the world for His love to walk through, and one of those doors is you.” Lord, help me to never lock the door! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4bB7BUxBbY
Submit? You’ve got to be kidding!
As a young independent woman raised in the United States, I had some negative reactions to Paul’s words in Ephesians 5: “…you wives should submit to your husbands in everything.” Ephesians 5:24b Submission was not something I was looking for. “Submit? In Everything? You’ve got to be kidding!” Still, I believed then, as I do… Read More
Can empowered women exist in patriarchal societies?
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
Kathleen S Evenhouse 