I feel almost privy to a secret each morning when I’m running, like God is showing me little peeks of glory in the amazing things I see in the early morning quiet.
A deer. A baby bunny. An indigo bunting or a bluebird. The sliver of the moon and then a colorful sunrise.
These are things I take for granted, and wouldn’t even notice most of the time. But in that peace and private time seemingly before the world is awake, He shows me glimpses. He pulls back the curtain just a bit and says, “look, just there. My glory.”
I wish I had those same eyes and open spirit throughout the day. How many other glories would I be privy to? How many glories do we each miss during the day because we are so focused on us, or work, or Twitter or Facebook or news, or all of this. What if we approached everything we did with fresh eyes, ready for that glimpse of glory.
Would we see God’s glory in the homeless man we walk past with eyes forward because we’re afraid he’ll speak and ask for money? Would we see God’s glory in the child screaming in the store? Would we see God’s glory in the poor that we look down upon as being “lazy” but who may have just been through so many problems and struggles that they have given up?
Forgive me, Lord, for judging. For not seeing that everyone I meet is a child of God. Your child. A little glimpse of glory. For you are at work in each of us – every one of us.