As the first line of light stretches across my local horizon, whispering that time still moves forward, yet eternity stands unchanging

In that these moments at 0141 the heart senses something beyond what the eyes can see; a longing for the home where no shadow follows, where the ache of separation ends

We who walk this mortal coil feel the pull of that promised country, hearing the Savior’s words echo flowing over the still earth: He will return

And so, I wait,  I lift my eyes to the new light and prepare daily to love even when it costs something, to hope even when hope feels thin. Every small act of obedience, every sacrifice of love, becomes a reflection of His life within me

If you do not yet know Him, listen while the morning is near. The offer of grace is still open, warm as the dawn itself. Before the day fades into the unchanging forever, come to the Christ

Seek Him while He may be found, and you will find not judgment but mercy, not fear but everlasting peace: Otherwise you will find eternity in Hell.

It’s hometime