Sunday, February 2, 2014 (7:31 a.m.)
Glorious Father God,
I looked outside. I saw the sky. I
thought of Your glory. Speak to me this morning about Your glory.
(8:28 a.m.)
I skim. I read. I turn the pages. I
sing a little. I wonder. I wander. And still I do not find that for
which I am seeking. Most likely because I'm not really sure of what I
am looking.
Glory. Your glory. Metaphorically I
see it in the clouds this morning. Factually Your glory appeared to
the Old Testament people quite regularly.
Talk to me Father. Show me
what You want me to see.
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