There is something that I have been pleading over for a while now and recently an answer rang back loud and it clashed with where my heart is settling and it surprised me-- the way the news did not push a smile from my mouth, the way it did not lift me.  I went immediately to the bath and I sank low into the hot water and I rolled my eyes because immediately my thought was What in the world, what is He trying to teach me now?  And I stewed and brewed for a good thirty before I was hushed from the inside.

Always I am asking that question.  Always I am looking at my life and assuming that the whole of it is merely a cycle of teaching and learning and teaching and learning and that is wrong of me.  I realized there, hidden in bubbles and water and resignation that this life of mine is not so small that it is about how much I learn and sharpen and praise before I go to the next life, it is not about me at all.

It is about the glory making.  It is about a God who chose to begin our story in glory when He fashioned everything we marvel at and give affection to and tie ourselves up in out of nothing.  He hovered, He spoke and there it all was.

And still today, He is hovering, speaking, breathing life into dust and declaring good over a tired, broken down world.  So that maybe these puzzles in my life are not about a lesson.  Maybe instead of looking for the teaching and the learning, I should chase the glory.

I climbed out of the tub.  I toweled off and put everything back on.  I walked out to the couch and I sat thinking on the glory He might be making somewhere else.  I sat thinking on the glory He has already made out of us here.  I sat and I counted glory after glory after glory after glory.

There is power in this chase.  There is a heady, heady confidence when you take the time to notice the glory making and the Spirit shouts: Yes, leaps: Look further, bursts.