The Bible closes with the longing cry, “Come, Lord Jesus.” Those words echo through time, stirring the hearts of all who believe. We feel it too. That deep ache for His return. The longing for the day when all things are made new. We look around and see signs of the end times unfolding all around us. The world groans under the weight of darkness, and yet, our hope doesn’t waver. For we know how the story ends. Jesus wins. So while our lips cry “Maranatha!”, our hearts overflow with joy and anticipation. Because we wait, not in fear, but in faith. Each new sunrise feels like a reminder that His promises are drawing closer. And each trial strengthens our longing for home. So we live ready. Our eyes are lifted, our hearts anchored, and our hands open in service. Because this waiting is holy. The Bridegroom is coming for His Bride. And every tear, every act of faithfulness, and every whispered prayer will soon find its answer. Until then, we wait with joy, hope, and unwavering love, trusting that soon, our King will return in glory.
