The days seem to be identical – one following another, following another. A part of you fears the sameness means that I’ll not return yet.

There is much you cannot see with the eyes of the flesh. Nothing is the same in the spiritual realm.

The enemy seeks to escalate his attacks. Desperation drives him.

The last day is dawning. The trumpet will soon sound, announcing a day like no other, ushering in the day my people long for and cry out for.

Even now the trumpet is polished and ready to sound the call. Listen up, children. It’s time to come home.