“Beloved Pilgrim, this world is not your home.” (1 Peter 2:11)
We grow weary along the way, don’t we? Is it because we’re longing for our eternal home? The place where all pain will be erased. Jesus doesn’t tire of our cries. He doesn’t grow weary. He understands. He longs to extend His hand to us. Beloved, hold onto hope. Reach out. Grab tight. We aren’t alone as we travel. Someday soon we’re gonna make it home. Until then, eyes up, our hand in His. Carry on.
Weary Traveler By: Jordan St. Cyr
“Our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 3:20)