<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[EvanSENT]]></title><description><![CDATA[Wear Your Spirit, Share Your Story]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 09:31:57 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.iamevansent.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Blocked. An answered prayer.]]></title><description><![CDATA[I was upset. Not the quiet, reflective kind of upset—the kind that hums under your breath and settles in your chest. The kind that makes you want to leave. Get in the car. Drive. Breathe somewhere else. So I decided I was going to the store. Not because I needed anything… but because I needed space. ⸻ That morning, I had prayed. Not a polished prayer. Not a church-sounding prayer. Just something honest: “God, keep me in Your will today. Teach me patience.” Simple. Dangerous. Because prayers...]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/post/blocked-an-answered-prayer</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69cea735f59112f11d9e633d</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2026 17:29:21 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Shekinah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The first, “ I love you.”]]></title><description><![CDATA[We say it so early. Sometimes before we even know what it means. A baby reaches up with tiny hands, eyes wide, heart wide open—and we whisper it first: I love you. A child says it back with sticky fingers and no hesitation. A teenager says it softer, guarded. Friends say it casually, almost like punctuation. Lovers say it like a promise… or sometimes like a question. I love you. Three words. So easy to say. So hard to live. ⸻ The truth is… most of us learn to say “I love you”  before we ever...]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/post/the-first-i-love-you</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69cdd2aef59112f11d9e2a9c</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2026 02:28:32 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7d1766_5f3698c7ed2241e48aff08d8b55042d5~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Shekinah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When the Cage Opens]]></title><description><![CDATA[⸻ There was a cage. Not made of iron… but of beliefs, wounds, memories, labels. And inside it— there were eight birds. Each one alive. Each one breathing. Each one capable of flight. But none of them free. ⸻ The Birds We Carry The first bird was fear . It trembled constantly, convincing the others the sky was dangerous. The second was shame . It stayed low, whispering, “You don’t deserve to fly.” The third was control . It paced back and forth, gripping the bars, trying to manage the cage...]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/post/when-the-cage-opens</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69cdce94f59112f11d9e283b</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2026 02:05:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7d1766_57c5ae70cb734372b9ad5bf8131fb6d1~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Shekinah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[for my daughter. ]]></title><description><![CDATA[There’s a line that has echoed through more hearts than we realize. “I just want to be part of that world.” We hear it in a girl sitting on the edge of her life, looking out at something she can’t quite touch yet. We hear it in longing. In ache. In the quiet places where desire lives. But what if we’ve been hearing it backwards? Because the soul—your soul—is a lot like Ariel. Not because she wanted more… But because she thought more was somewhere else. Ariel believed the surface held life....]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/post/i-just-want-to-be-part-of-that-world</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69cc556de7de3cb0060b4a58</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2026 23:17:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7d1766_9e57325f27e34976a5f106a50c783229~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Shekinah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Deep calls to deep...]]></title><description><![CDATA[....you are not a forgotten souls drifting in open water.....]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/post/deep-calls-to-deep</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69caef0e6d22c86f75a58fc4</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2026 22:20:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/17dc202d2ad54959989d4b74528caaf2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Shekinah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[This is the fast I choose..]]></title><description><![CDATA[“God, I’ll give… but I’m still in control.”
]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/post/this-is-the-fast-i-choose</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1af0537f46cd8fa91b1b9</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2026 21:26:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7d1766_7c799bd968c54046841cc487070f18cb~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Shekinah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Half dressed.]]></title><description><![CDATA[A little faith.

A little belief.

A little healing.

A little surrender.



But not fully clothed in it.



We know scripture—but don’t wear it.

We speak truth—but don’t live it.

We’ve encountered God—but haven’t let Him cover everything.



So we exist… half dressed.]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/post/half-dressed</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1a2fe37f46cd8fa91ace5</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2026 20:32:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9c21c7420a15417c8163e043c27eef8a.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Shekinah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[CAUGHT HER RED HANDED]]></title><description><![CDATA[“It was the hand of God”]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/post/caught-her-red-handed</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c16fc137f46cd8fa91962c</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2026 16:53:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7d1766_f9304bc3164f47ec867ba7a366e4e204~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_802,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Shekinah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[“I’m just wasting my breath…”]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’m just wasting my breath…..]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/post/this-killing-time-is-killing-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c047334e4c0bcd1e08fe2c</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2026 19:52:40 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7d1766_dd66d4d56ad743d89ef429a5a531435c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Shekinah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[We Do Not Return Void]]></title><description><![CDATA[In the beginning WAS THE WORD….. ]]></description><link>https://www.iamevansent.com/post/we-do-not-return-void</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c03c7212179886ce32a504</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2026 19:43:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7d1766_c1c3206bb57a41d8add6ed4c1dae8c62~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_747,h_553,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Shekinah</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>