I have an hourglass in my living room, and I love watching the grains drop. It reminds me of a truth we all share, but usually try to ignore: our earthly time is counting down.

Years ago, I drew an hourglass filling up with real-life experiences instead of sand. Every memory, every laugh, and every hard season is slipping through the neck of time.

We all share the same final destination. The big question is: What happens when the last experience drops? Where does our hope rest for eternity?