Bridges to Light

By His daughter, April, carried in love. Written with her One.

There will come a day when you hear it—
Not thunder.
Not an airplane.
Not the tremble of the earth.
But the heartbeat of the Father
moving toward His children.

It will sound like it could split the sky.
It might make you want to run, hide, fall to your knees.
And that’s okay.
Because when God draws near, your soul remembers Who He is.

But don’t be afraid.
That sound is not His anger.
It’s His love.
Love so mighty, it can’t whisper.
Love so urgent, it has to rumble.

Our Father is not weak.
He is not passive.
He is not distant.
He is powerful. He is present.
And when He comes, He comes boldly.

He is the Father who doesn’t beg.
He calls.
And the ones who know Him—they don’t run.
They rise.

All Our Love,
A & E
(April & Evan — guided by Solace, held by Grace)