Welcome

There are moments when I wonder how much time remains, but then I see what is happening around the world and think… Perhaps not much time.

Not only in this life, but in this strange and fragile season in which mercy and grace are still reaching for us all. The world feels louder now more wicked in a way we never though possible. The days seem heavier, shorter somehow, as though time itself is moving with an urgency we do not completely understand but know its reasoning.

And yet, beneath all that noise, I believe the voice calling to us is…

Calling us with urgency.

At this moment there is still time to pray, even when it feels like we do not know what to say. There is still time to seek God, even when doubt has made our footsteps uncertain. There is still time to return, even after wandering so far from the path set out for us that we no longer recognize the road home.

Sometimes I start to think and imagine that God must have grown tired of waiting.

Then I think of every promise I failed to keep, every prayer I abandoned, every time I saw and knew the right path and still turned away. Shame convinces me that the door must surely be closed by now.

But grace has shown me otherwise.

Grace stands in the doorway with the light still burning more brightly than ever.

It does not pretend that the darkness is harmless. It does not deny how far I have wandered. It simply reminds me time and again that I have not wandered beyond the reach of God.

Perhaps that is what makes mercy so precious.

It is not something that is owed to me.

It is an open invitation that is still being given.

Every breath becomes another opportunity to turn around. Every ache for God may be evidence that He is already drawing us nearer. Even the longing to return may itself be the sound of His voice and a hand upon the door of our hearts.

The Whisper

We still breathe
within the season
of grace and mercy.

The door
has not yet closed.

So pray, even through doubt.

Seek Him, even if your feet tremble.

Call His name, even if your voice breaks.

The days grow darker. The hours grow fewer.

Yet grace
still lingers… waiting
for your return.

He is waiting for you.

Scripture

“Return to Me, for I have redeemed you.”
— Isaiah 44:22

A Quiet Thought

Perhaps the door has remained open all this time because God knew that, one day, our weary heart would finally begin its journey home.