Or so they say, is worth a picture. Let’s just see about
that, shall we?
I waited for what seemed like forever. The rooftop of the
hotel I live in is a sanctuary of solace. All of the other racers here know
this, and so they come up here to meet God, which is what I decided to do
today.
One of the things I like most about Nicaragua is the wind.
It blows furiously, a constant reminder of how we in the spirit should be. I
look over the rooftops, and I see the birds, how when they alight upon the
houses they set their faces to the wind. Forever looking into the torrent, they
stand firm, for at any moment they can open their wings, and the wind fills them
and they take flight. What a humble reminder of how we Christians are supposed
to walk. Forever in the spirit, forever setting our faces to God, so that when
He speaks, may we open our arms wide and receive Him so that He may lift us
ever upward.
It is incredibly bright already, and I realize that I haven’t even seen the
whole of the sun yet, rather, only the light reflected through the atmosphere,
as the sun is so powerful that its light reveals the glory of the earth even
before it is made known.
The frigid winds keep
me awake as I wait patiently for the sunrise. I feel like I’ve been waiting
forever. Even so, the clouds hang softly in the air, and I wonder if I’ll even
see the sun today. As if on cue, “Holy Holy Holy ” by Phil Wickham begins to
play on my iPod, and it is then that the light breaks.
Liquid fire fills the sky, as the glory of the golden sun
begins to streak through the heavens. A perfect orchestra plays out before me,
as I hear the words “You are Beautiful” in my mind, and I realize it is not my thoughts on the sunrise that lead to
this revelation, rather, it is God’s voice speaking to His thoughts on ME.
Of course, my tears only add to the beauty of what is
happening. I can only stare at the sun
for so long, as it begins to hurt my eyes, but it is so glorious I can’t look
away. Eventually, I have to turn my face
from the light, to avoid burning out my retinas, and I begin to understand a
bit of the whole Glory of God. I tell Him how marvelous and wonderful He is,
and every now and then I attempt to sneak another peek of the masterpiece He
has painted for me today.
Only for me.
The clouds begin to overtake the sun, and even in that
moment, I realize that there is nothing that can restrain the Glory of God.
Even though the clouds may attempt to shield the sun from my sight, its light still
illuminates the edges, and I am reminded of how no amount of darkness could ever attempt to conceal the glory of
God.
Light is one of the only constants in the universe, and this
is no surprise. How could it not be, when God refers to Himself as Light? A
perfect picture of my Lord could never have been painted in that moment.
Oh for the day we will see Him face to face, where no cloud
is necessary to conceal His glory, no darkness can ever be found, and we will
stand as we were truly meant to be, a pure reflection of His Glory.
I cannot help but smile, as I see an image of my resurrected
self, standing in the glory of God, with the Holy Spirit wind in my hair, and
my Beloved Jesus whispers, “You are Beautiful.”
You have created all of this, the sun, the clouds, the wind,
this glorious moment, and YOU call ME Beautiful?
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is too high, I cannot attain to it. Psalm
139:6
