My friend and I decided that we wanted to see the glory of God more often. So we did what any red-blooded Christian does: we prayed.
We saw nothing. We experienced nothing. We didn’t know what was wrong.
Like I said earlier, I’ve been reading through the Psalms. Today, I stumbled across Psalm 19.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them.Psalm 19:1-3
The reality is that God reveals His glory. Each day echoes His sovereignty.
So we made a new plan. We bought jars and nice paper and decided that each day, we would write a different way we had seen God’s glory that day. Noticing the little things should lead us to bigger things.
My first revelation of God’s glory was deeply personal.
A few years ago, I made a bold statement to a guy I really cared about. He didn’t respond. I made the assumption that he was just mulling things over. I found out later he never cared.
Nine months after I initiated the conversation, we finally spoke. He was cold and cruel but I got the answers I wanted.
Up until today, I had looked back at that time as wasted space. It never made any sense why God had allowed that to happen.
I broke down in tears this morning in church, overwhelmed with gratitude that God had made me wait. It taught me patience. It taught me how to respect a man’s space. It taught me what it means to be a woman who operates under grace.
That displays God’s glory pretty vividly.