Manifested Glory

Oh my God, my God!

How worthy of praise you are this morning. How worthy of being lifted up and exalted above all else in our lives. Show us how to lift you up so others can see. Enable us to lift you high so everyone sees only you first—that we might decrease and you would increase in visibility.

Father, thank you for manifesting your glory before us. Your glory, your weight and your value, is made apparent if we are willing to see.

Oh, Father! That we, like Isaiah, might see your glory—the train of your Presence as it wends and winds through our lives—shows us the treasures in the folds of this train.

Father, teach us to see your Presence in the green of a blade of grass,

In the swift flying of a bird,

In the ruffle of leaves lifted by the breeze,

From the belly laugh of a child,

In the bend of a bloomed flower,

In the rapid fire movement of a bee’s wings.

Teach us to see your Presence in the mundane things. Teach us to find you. Regardless.

Father, make us aware of your holiness. Allow us to feel the punch of how different you are—an epiphany in the revelation of you.

Father, change our perspective. Change the viewpoint of our observation. Change the angle of our seeing.

In the name of Jesus.

Amen