I cried in starbucks today.
my bogo salted caramel mocha was not what drew the salty tears from my eyes, however.
I cried because I happened upon the great pattern of all the glory of holiness. the mystery of the beauty of dwelling. the shaky breath of the air of faith where messy eyes and starving hands collide in the discovery of grace upon grace. in the seeing of glory. in the baring of aching souls to truth.
I cried because this is real and this is living and this is the whole all of everything…
++and the word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory– glory as of the only son of the father. full of grace and truth… from his fullness we have all received grace upon grace.++
we must see the glory. we must walk in it. we must continue seeing it because it is worth seeing.
it is worth seeing.
doesn’t your soul ache with the grace? doesn’t your heart fill up and spill over? doesn’t your spirit kneel?
the grand story of all things
the pattern of all the glory of holiness
this is the heart
this is the heart of God.
the glory is worth seeing because the glory is the heart of God.
…from his fullness we have all received grace upon grace…
grace upon grace upon grace upon grace upon grace upon grace upon grace upon grace upon grace upon grace upon grace upon grace upon grace upon grace
and suddenly I’m again giggling nervous with a generous blush.
and the rush is around me and the lace and the smiles and the adorned faces.
heavy air. heavy with promise. heavy with anticipation.
and I am so close to awakened.
the world suspended in cloudy white and it’s over my head
and the hands are clutched, and the tears are happy, and the faces are famliar.
oh the joy!
the grip is strong from friend to friend in the shaky, hopeful soon
and all the trees are singing
and the music is just behind them
glimpses here and there…
the beautiful feet.
and in a rib-stifling happy the veil is gone
the bridegroom is there.
I remember it. I treasure the glowing, soaring now in the deep places of my heart.
the delighted running and screaming, hands clasped, from the altar.
the close and tender hold on one another.
it’s happening again.
it’s happening for real.
it’s happening with greater joy in the shaky, hopeful soon.
oh, bride, not much longer now.
oh, bride, it’s close.
when we arrive at eternity’s shore
where death is just a memory, and tears are no more
we’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring
your bride will come together
and we’ll sing ‘you’re beautiful’*
bride, be marvelous.
may your beauty be your righteousness.
may your beauty be your seeing the glory.
be ready, bride.
don’t fall down the aisle in false and un-truth.
fall on your knees down the aisle in grace upon grace upon grace.
*lyrics You’re Beautiful by Phil Whickham