COME, LORD JESUS

I want to get to the point where my heart’s cry is “MARANATHA.”

I went online pretty early today and kept seeing a lot of videos around the rapture, the coming of the Lord, and so on. I immediately felt some sort of heaviness wash over me. I was filled with fear and then sadness, thinking about all the things I thought I’d miss out on: marriage, motherhood, wealth, and so on.

But then, while talking to God, I realized that this shouldn’t be a normal response for a child of God hearing about the coming of their Lord. I realized I even avoid sermons surrounding His coming, because in all truth, I didn’t want Him to. I immediately felt the need to repent — repent from desiring this world more than finally being with the Lord. I yearn for a time when my heart and soul will leap in anticipation, where though I have desires, none comes close to the desire of one day seeing my God in the skies. The truth is, whatever I never get to experience on this side of eternity will mean nothing compared to the dread of missing Him. Like the 10 virgins, may our lamps not lack oil.

Eternity is long! Longer than a thousand years! Longer than the lifespan of the oldest man. So why would I trade my eternity for the fleeting pleasures of this life? As believers, we’re well aware that life doesn’t end here — in fact, in many ways, this life doesn’t even scratch the surface of what is to come.

So I ask you: forsake the fleeting pleasures of this world, fix your eyes on the things above. Don’t get distracted! Don’t trade your forever for right now! Live as though your Lord will be here the next minute, because He might.

If you haven’t received Him into your heart, please do! If you have, drop the lukewarmness and follow Him