I remember my father’s face. It was hard to read. He was a kind man, but stoic and self-contained. As a child, I often searched his face, looking for a smile or other show of affection. Faces are us. A frown, a sullen look, a smile, and crinkly eyes reveal what we feel about others. Our faces are our “tell.”Asaph,…
Restore us, O God; make your face shine on us, that we may be saved. Psalm 80:3
Source: Our Father’s Face | Our Daily Bread