Scar on the Cheek The kiss on the cheek planted swift, turns to thorny scratch, burns long and thin, drips red on black dirt. Fragile petals live a breath away, a thin vein from death. Roses keep distant, far from drawn swords ready to impale petal-skin. Repent and...
I wrote this devotional months ago, long before any thought of a pandemic. Yet, isn’t that true of any calamity? We don’t know when one might happen. But one thing doesn’t change: God is still the same God. He will address what’s wrong in the...
As we are in the midst of another season of Lent, and approaching Easter, I am reposting this poem I wrote a few years ago. The poem is about Judas’ betrayal. This betrayal led to the guards finding Jesus, arresting him, and eventually his death. If it...
All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall… …but the word of the Lord endures forever. 1 Peter 1:24-25 ...
One of my favorite verses of all time: 7 But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks...
Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know. – Jeremiah 33:3 (NIV) Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known. – Jeremiah 33:3...
Too much emptiness facing me, like an abyss. I’m staring into a black hole. It aches, friend. I’m not quite sure what to do, sometimes. I wish I could wrap back up the years and re-do so many things. It’s not that I don’t take joy in watching my kids grow and helping...
I see it around me: a cycle, a system, an organized plan. The seasons are predictable; there are four of them where I live, and they come and go on schedule, according to the calendar. Just recently was the vernal equinox, the first day of spring, and as if on...
As we are in the midst of another season of Lent, and approaching Easter, I am reposting this poem I wrote a few years ago. The poem is about Judas’ betrayal. This betrayal led to the guards finding Jesus, arresting him, and eventually his death. If it...
My life is not a neatly planted hedge of planned events; it is, rather, a messy string of occurrences which the Lord is using to graciously teach me what He wants me to know. Anything that has happened out of my control is still in the Lord’s hands and in His...
