And the Spirit and the bride say, "Come!" And let him who hears say, "Come!" And let him who thirsts "Come". Whoever desires, let him take the water of life freely. — Revelation 22:17
Who could possibly be knocking on the door so late at night? The skies outside were wild and stormy, and no wayfarer should be on the dangerous roads. When the innkeeper opened the door…
The King was holding audience in His throne room when a loud sound was heard as the doors opened, and a small child ran across the open space with light feet.
Christ in us, He is our hope
The Light that burns inside our souls
Darkness cannot put it out
Only we are in control
Felicity stormed into her sister Chloe’s room, ranting before she’d gotten in the door. “Daddy promised me he’d take care of me. I needed that textbook!” she raged before her dumbfounded sister.
Lightning streaked across the night sky; five-year-old Julia streaked into her parents’ room, launched herself onto their bed, and wrapped both arms tightly around her daddy’s neck.
Cassie returned to Grace’s tea room full of love, hugs, and stories from the outside world. “But there’s no place better than home,” she told Grace warmly, seamlessly helping as if she had never left.
Marci was very late. Though she hurried into her car (banging her hand on the handle and getting tangled in her purse strap in the process), she knew nothing could get her to work on time.
When Renee was barely more than a newborn, her parents abandoned her to the streets. She grew up scrambling and fighting just to survive. She watched even the city’s poor throw away the worthless…
“So you’re waiting for epiphany, huh?” Elise demanded from across their dorm. Cassie didn’t glance up from her philosophy homework. Professor Andrews wouldn’t care if she stopped for philosophical discussion…
“He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; He that overcometh shall not be hurt of the second death.”
Revelation 2:11
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