Coloring with colored pencils or gel pens is one of the ways I like to relax. Most of these pictures come from Waterbrook coloring books and are the works of a variety of artists. I thank them for blessing me with their work.
Live Life Laughing
Reminiscing: Does anybody darn socks any more? I remember learning from my grandmother to put a small glass inside a sock to frame the hole in order to weave a patch. Riddles of the Day (see answers below) I’m there once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years. Who… Read More
Know that the sun is still shining
Yesterday was dreary and grim. Clouds obscured the beautiful view, and rain dripped from the sky. It was cold and dank. And then, suddenly, the sun would shine it rays through a break in the clouds, and everything would change. The rain didn’t matter, the drops on the tree branches sparkled like jewels, and people… Read More
light sources: moonshine in daylight
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: faith in the yet unseen
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
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: metaphors
You can take a metaphor just so far before it falls apart. If I am like the moon which reflects the light of the sun, my light source is outside, not attached to me at all. But my source of light— and life, warmth, love, all that I am— is not only outside of me… Read More
Kathleen S Evenhouse 