Glory speaks

Light is glory. Glory is light.

In the dark, light glows, like radiant shafts of light emanating from the beauty of a gemstone

“I have come into the world as light, so that whoever believes in me may not remain in darkness” John 12: 46

The captivating beauty of pure light, welcomed in an abyss of bleak vision

An abyss where vision is marred, vision is barely worthy of its title

Utterances of, ‘where is my Lover, my one true Hope?’

Hands grasp forwards, feet stumble ahead…however much strength is strained, who can know the way?

‘I am lost. I don’t know where to go.’

As darkness caves in, thoughts of hopelessness fog the empty places

Waves of discouragement crash over and shatter the weak frame.

Everything is gone. All is ravished. ‘What do I have?’

Empty hands, trembling heart, is all that’s left to give

Falling upon knees, weeping.

Somehow, the smell of a sweet perfume begins to rise.

You feel my sound. You’re stooping low, gazing:

‘Lower still, Lord. I am too unable, unworthy’

You kneel down, at my feet. Your tears of desire pour out. Your hands rise to grasp. You invite to hold the nail pierced Lamb. To hold You close, close to my heart.

‘Take my wounds. My passion. Take my WAY. Have all of me’, in desperation, You embrace the heart.

“When Jesus saw her weeping…He was deeply moved in His spirit and greatly troubled…” John 11:33

You will have Your Bride.

Although she is lost, yet she remains held back in fear…You lay Yourself down in surrendered devotion.

In eyes of compassion, You are moved by her incapacity. You want to give Yourself

‘Do you know’, you whisper, ‘darkness is an invitation for light, a place of glory appearing’

“Did I not tell you that if you believed you would see the Glory of God?” John 11: 40

In the dead-end cave, there is the new beginning. Out of the nothingness, came life. From ashes, arises beauty. Within the midst of a humble, simple girl, was sewn the seed of Majesty.

Circumstances are meaningless. Seasons bow down before the crucified King, the Worth One. All is for His glory.

Glory speaks into empty, waiting, desperate places. Did the dust of the earth ever expect to be breathed upon by awesome Life?

In the mystery of finding one’s way ahead, Love delights to bring us to the end of ourselves.

And then, Grace smiles at the coming explosion of surprise.

‘Surprise… I never left you. It is I who brought you here

To Me. So you can see ALL of ME…

Surprise, I am your prize. I am your vision. In place of your emptiness you shall have abundant Glory.’

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“…the righteousness from God that depends on faith – that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and may share His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, that by any means possible I may attain resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me His own…one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead. I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 3: 12-14