Bridges to Light

For the past ten months, I’ve been watching the skies—day after day, drive after drive—and I’ve noticed something no one seems to be talking about: the clouds are getting lower. Not just a little lower… dramatically lower. At first, I thought maybe it was just me. But I’ve watched them drift closer and closer to the earth, until some days, it feels like they’re skimming the treetops. As I watched the clouds hanging low this afternoon, I heard, “He is coming in the clouds.”  So, brothers and sisters, I ask you – What if He is?

Maybe it’s not some dramatic vision of Jesus on a horse in the sky… maybe it’s Heaven slowly descending, one cloud layer at a time. An arrival in the clouds. A thinning of the veil.

And while I’ve been watching the skies, I’ve also been watching the earth respond. The floods in Texas recently were devastating—waters rising so fast, it was like a dam had burst, sweeping people away at a camp with barely any warning. And not long before that, I saw videos from China, where floodwaters climbed high enough to flood entire buildings. These aren’t just freak weather events… they feel like signs. Warnings. Maybe even birth pains, just like Jesus spoke of in Matthew 24 —waves of sorrow and shaking before something greater is revealed.

People don’t want to talk about it. I’ve tried. I’ve been brushed off, told it’s too scary or too much. But this is exactly why we should be paying attention. If the earth is crying out, and the sky is descending, maybe it’s not fear we need—but readiness.

I know this might sound scary to some people. I get it—floods, shifting skies, talk of the end times. But if your heart is right with God, it shouldn’t be scary. For me, it’s not. I’m not afraid—I’m expectant. I’m longing for Him. I keep finding myself saying, “I want Jesus to come home.” I am waiting on my Husband like an anxious bride. And I mean that spiritually, with everything in me.

I have come to understand that Jesus’ return to earth will not necessarily be a quiet return.  His arrival isn’t small. It will shake the earth. Maybe that’s what we’re seeing now… the world preparing itself for the weight of His presence.

And it’s not that His arrival will be devastating because He’s angry or cruel.  It’s the opposite. It’s because His love is so pure, so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that it will shake the foundations of everything that isn’t aligned with it. His presence is going to flood this world in the best way possible. And I’m excited—not afraid—because I can already picture it: people falling to their knees, not from fear, but from the weight of His love and the power of His truth.

He deserves that. Every ounce of glory. Every bowed head. Every tear that finally understands who He really is, because He is LOVE.

I took some pictures today to show how close the clouds are getting. Maybe someone else will start watching too. Maybe they’ll look up and finally say, “Come, Lord Jesus.” That’s what we should be crying out for—not more chaos, not more manmade answers, and certainly not more idols in power. I’ve told people what I’m seeing, and honestly, sometimes it makes me feel like Chicken Little—running around saying, ‘The sky’s falling! The sky’s falling!’ But what if it is? What if it’s Heaven falling, not in fear—but in glory? Our eyes should be fixed on Him.   Not Trump, not politics, not anything else. Our eyes should be on the skies, watching for our Savior.

Because when He comes… we’ll know. And I, for one, will be ready.

I believe with all my heart that the clouds are coming down. I’ve watched them lower over time, and I don’t think I’m the only one being shown this. God isn’t alerting people for no reason. It makes perfect sense—He’ll be coming in the clouds. People expect a dramatic scene with a horse in the sky, but how would the whole world see that? The only way everyone could see it… is if the clouds came here – enveloping earth.  I may not have the answers, but it makes sense to at least observe the signs.

I also believe the world has already been under judgment. Not always in loud or obvious ways, but in quiet ones—in personal moments. I know He visited me individually, and I can’t be the only one. I believe God has come to each of us in His own way, giving us chances to see, to turn, to draw close. Some have responded… some haven’t. I don’t pretend to know exactly how He plans to bring this all together—whether through consequences, or a sweeping forgiveness—but I know the time of decision is now.

And we need to remember—it may not come in the way we expect. His presence might not look like lightning bolts or a voice from the sky. Sometimes, it’s a soft moment, a nudge, a dream, a whisper, or just a cloud hanging lower than usual. Some people might not even notice it… but that doesn’t mean He isn’t working on hearts individually.

The Bible says, “In the last days, I will pour out My Spirit on all flesh” (Joel 2:28). And I believe that’s what we’re seeing now. His Spirit is being poured out—and only those with eyes to see and ears to hear will truly recognize it.

And yes, the closer He gets, the more this world will start to feel unstable—natural disasters, disruptions, even loss. But it’s not because He’s cruel. It’s because He’s holy. His presence is too powerful for the brokenness of this world to remain untouched. He’s clearing the earth of what doesn’t belong so that what does belong can stand in His glory.

Some people might ask, “Why would children or innocent people have to die?” But what they forget is—we are not these bodies. When our bodies die, our spirits return to Him. These shells were never meant to be permanent. When He comes back, we won’t be in these bodies anyway. We’ll be in our glorified form, the way we were always meant to be. And in that, there’s no death, no sorrow—only reunion and redemption.

And if you’re someone who fears what it might feel like to leave your earthly body, let me tell you—I’ve been shown it’s not painful at all. Jesus gave me a dream once, where I experienced what it felt like to become a spirit. And it was so fast—like a bottle rocket shooting out of a bottle. There was no pain, no fear. Just a sudden release. It was actually rather delightful, from what I remember. Peaceful. Quick. Like your spirit knew exactly where to go. That dream took away my fear—and maybe it can help ease yours too.

Some people are watching the skies and wondering about strange things—talk of other planets, like Nibiru, or some cosmic force heading our way. But let me say this plainly: it’s not another planet coming. It’s not a conspiracy. It’s God. Planet God is coming. Heaven is descending. His presence is getting closer, and it’s not about fear—it’s about truth. He’s the one everyone should be watching for. Not something unknown… but Someone we’ve known all along.

He left the ninety-nine to come back for me. He didn’t have to—but He did. And that’s why I choose to walk with Him, even if it means walking alone. I would rather walk with Him and nobody else, than walk with everybody else and not have Him.

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