This was the sky above the church…

There are some days you reach out and you swear you could just touch Glory. It’s right there, palpable. The veil is so close.

And so often, we peek at glory through the haze of pain. I think of Amber and her sweet boy, Titus. I think of all the things that make us cry out in wonder- the how long oh Lord wonder- my heart is so desolate within me wonder- the I’m just going to trust and hold on wonder at the God that is so much bigger than we can imagine, when we just feel so small.

All you can do is cry Glory.

The Trisagion prayers begin this way:

Glory to Thee, our God, Glory to Thee.

O Heavenly King, Comforter, the Spirit of Truth, Who art everywhere present and fillest all things, the Treasury of good things and Giver of life: Come, and abide in us, and cleanse us from every stain, and save our souls, O Good One.

Holy God, Holy Mighty, Holy Immortal: have mercy on us.

Have mercy on us.

This is what I’ve come to know. Fill me up with You.

A new season is beginning. A new season that I wasn’t expecting- a new season that is already not going ‘according to plan’- a new season of letting go and trusting God’s will. And this is the thing. In the past, I’ve gotten mad. Bitter. I’ve tried to control the outcomes, plan for every eventuality, and not let the Holy Spirit have one inch to move around in. That’s no way to live.

I’m crying out Glory. The only way to live is full open to the filling up of Him, who is everywhere present and fillest all things, the Treasury of good things and the Giver of life.

He gives me life abundant. It is all I’ll ever need.

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