{This post is part of the five minute friday with Kate Motaung. A community of writers who write for five minutes on the word of choice. Today's word: Visit.}
Even after a good old soap scrubbing (as good as any wild kid can) the scent still lingered in his hair and on his skin.
Hours later when I checked on him in the middle of the night on that Monday, I could smell the strongness clinging to his skin in its desperate attempt to stay there in the folds of his skin and on the softness of his hair.
Two times a week sometimes three it reminds me of the depths from where it came from, the hint of blue, and the waves which came more pronounced with each stroke and stride from a boy whose love for it is endless.
The smell, it tapers off until the next time and the next time.
On that same Monday evening, in a city to the north of the beautiful Pennines mountains, lives were taken, hearts were broken, and souls were crushed.
Evil visited Manchester, England rearing its filth and ugliness towards the hearts of innocent children and men and women.
Evil is the devil's dagger and his desire for dominance and destruction on the earth will know no end.
His pursuit, to crush and devour every possible divine appointment of every boy and girl and woman and man under God.
His pursuit, to crush and devour every possible divine appointment of every boy and girl and woman and man under God.
Even after a few days it still lingers, the sorrow and sadness felt for those lost and those grieving.
In the Philippines, in the city of Malawi, a priest is beheaded and a city is under siege and marshall law has been enacted and lives are being lost.
And the stories and pages are endless. The scent of evil still lingering, always lurking, waiting to visit.
And where is God?
Here. He is Here. We believe.
Hearing every prayer from every bent knee and every trembling tongue and we whisper, "Deliver us
from Evil." Matthew 6:13
You visit us with Your glory, Your love, Your strength, Your wisdom, Your justice.
And we take up the shield of faith and the belt of truth that You have given us and we press on day after day and You visit us and we abide.