One of the most traveled roads for me (living in the Peterborough, Ontario area for most of my 59 years) is Highway 115. I've literally driven that highway hundreds, maybe thousands, of times. When I return home from Toronto in the evening there's a spot on the road, driving northeast, where the lights of Peterborough can be seen in the distance. They're a comforting reminder that I'm almost home. Living in Cavan, it means that I'm even closer.
As we make our pilgrimage "home" on life's highway, it's refreshing for the weary traveler to see "the lights of home" beckoning us. They spur us on! A reminder that "we'll soon be done with troubles and trials" as the old gospel song states.
How's the trip been for you? Tired? Discouraged? Take heart, dear friend. Home is on the horizon and Jesus is cheering you on.