Growing up, we knew the porch light meant something. If it was on, you could come in. You were welcome. Even if it was late and you had wandered far, that light was your signal: “You still have a home here.”
God’s love is like that porch light. Always burning. Always beckoning. No matter how far you’ve drifted, His invitation still stands. He has not turned His light off.
📖 “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” (John 1:5)
