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...