The past two days, I have been sick with a cold. It’s my body’s “welcome to pregnancy!” party that has happened, so far, with every pregnancy I’ve had. Rather than spending my weekend engaging with my boys, I’ve spent it watching them from the couch or resting in bed.
There will be glory.
We have been on the journey of small business for almost two months now. Not everyday is a great one. More often than not, I find myself crying in my husband’s office because of all the worries of this path we have chosen. It is new, and it is not exactly paved.
There will be glory.
The glory, the grace of God, is not always lit up like a Las Vegas strip sign. There isn’t always a well-written list of directions for all of the next steps. Some days, I feel like I’m sucked into a darkness that fills me with every fear and every worry. Some days I seem to be surrounded by God’s glory, not faltering under pressure, the worry, the unknown. Some days the idea of living in grace seems stupid.
But there will be glory. Do you believe that?
I have so many questions in my prayers, sometimes far too many doubts, but at every ounce of my disbelief, God brings glory. Always. He is the glory, the light, the grace. He cheers me on and reminds me of grace. There is no mention of glamour and riches in my soul. I want grace and glory. Grace and glory. Especially on days when the world is pushing against me, shoving false realities down my throat. I am scared of a lot of things in our life, the potentials for so many wrongs to come to life. But they are smashed by glory! I accept the challenge to declare the glory that is my Holy God to defeat the false truths, fears, doubts, and questions I ever have.
Living in grace and whatever that means is not easy for me. And although my feet don’t always grip the rocks firmly and my hands shake, this, every bit of this life, is filled with glory.
But you, Lord, are a shield around me, my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
Psalm 3:3
JANELLE DELAGRANGE 