“Who is this King of glory? The LORD of hosts, He is the King of glory.” – Psalm 24:10
We ended our first night in Iceland in worship and prayer. As my fingers hit the keys, there was only one word that echoed over and over in my heart and mind.
King of kings, Lord of lords, I am in awe of Your goodness. You are perfect in all of Your ways.
Sometimes this word is the only word that my lips are able to form.
It is who He is.
I have spoken this word, I have sung this word for years. Throughout my journey with the Lord, there have been layers of understanding His holiness, but this is a whole new level. It is changing my heart in ways that nothing else could.
There is no one like Him.
All it takes is a whisper and I come undone again. So much joy. So much awe.
I want more of Him. He promises to respond when we earnestly seek Him. I don’t care how long I’ve been seeking Him, or how amazing the journey has been so far. There is always more of Him. He goes on and on. His love is unending. His mercy is new every morning.
He is a big God and we so often limit Him. We so often make Him out to be common, when there is nothing common about Him.
“I saw the Lord, high and exalted, seated on a throne;and the train of His robe filled the temple. Above Him were seraphim, each with six wings. With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. And they were calling to one another:
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;
the whole earth is full of His glory.”
At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.” – Isaiah 6:1-4
Lord, show me Your glory.
For the next two weeks, I will be in Iceland. We will be ministering at a week-long conference starting tomorrow evening. I know He is going to touch the hearts of those who attend. I know that He is going to show up in powerful ways and meet us as we seek His face. So I cry out again,
Lord, show us Your glory. Reveal to us more of who You are.
The more I worship Him, the more I get to know His heart, the more I realize how little I can do without Him. And that . . . is amazing. There is no greater joy than to move with Him. I don’t want to play a single note, or speak even one word, that isn’t breathed upon by Him. I need all of Him, not bits and pieces. I’d rather feel awkward for a moment and wait for His lead, than resort to the comfort of my own methods and routines. After all . . .
One word breathed upon by God has the power to change a nation.