See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.

Song of Songs 2:11-12 (NIV)

Something is in the air, Jesus. In spite of all the world’s madness, I feel hope all around me. The anticipation of something glorious about to unfold. Perhaps I am growing in my faith, and I feel Your holy pleasure. Perhaps You are healing me in ways I have yet to understand.

Or—perhaps You are returning soon, Jesus. The season of Your return would indeed be a season of singing! It would be epic, welcome—eternal. In fact, there are not enough human words to describe the unfathomable joy of it! Come, Lord Jesus, come.

Questions for Pondering…

What are the signs of the end times?
Should I be watchful?