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Friday, September 6, 2013
Last night's thunder and lightning storm displayed the majestic power and beauty of God as our house shook and as our shingles took a violent beating from the hail and rain. White streaks lit up the darkened clouds as branches whipped sideways and wind chimes did somersaults.
The glory of God was revealed. There is no doubt Who controls doplar statistics.
I've been thinking a lot this summer about the glory of God, what it means, what it looks like, how I'm a part of it. And honestly, it brings me to my knees that the Almighty would impute His righteousness to me, an undeserving sinner. But behold, though my sins be scarlet, He washes them white, by His blood. What an extraordinary exchange. I can now exude the glory of God because of what He has done.
His glory is revealed in us when we are most desperate for Him. His glory is seen when we subdue our sinful nature and walk by His Spirit. His glory is witnessed when we resist worldliness and embrace godliness. His glory resounds from a life that echoes, "Not my will, but Yours' be done."
This is what I want . . . all I want: For God's glory to be evidenced through my life. As a wife, mother, friend, ministry servant, speaker and writer. Like the storm landing in our community last night, I want there to be no doubt that my life is transformed by the powerful hand of God. I want there to be no doubt that wherever I go and wherever He leads me, there is no question of my allegiance to our Lord. I want there to be no second-guessing as to Who I serve and Who gets the credit for the work He gives me.
The glory of God revealed. Is there any doubt what is revealed in you?
I've been blessed to enjoy some time off this summer and I pray you have been ministered to by the ladies who guest posted for me. I'm looking forward to this next year, but don't be surprised if my regular posts sometimes look different than the regular devotion. God is stirring things up a bit for me. I'll hope you'll stay and continue this journey with me. Love, Hester