Glory Days--And I "Striving" For It

   There is a wonder that hovers over earth like a huge crayola or big, fat marker. He brightly streaks colors for all to see and we know. I, watching, only want to mingle with the Spirit who saw it all created.  My soul is cloudy with flesh and sin. I strive to be, to do, to become. Why don't I strive to rest too? Why don't I let my heart go down with Son?

In all my boisterous ways, I want a quiet spirit. But my head clutters and clamors, of things, thoughts, words. I need a spring  fall cleaning. I need to take inventory and gather the items for release. Problem is, am I a thought hoarder? Or is this the stuff of writers bloggers?

Like the glory of an evening sky, His shines in a shimmer at day's golden end. Of the many gonging thoughts that scamper in my head--He made me. He knows my things because He stitched every little string of DNA to make me, me. So the other dangling thought is--

how can we (He and I) make me better? To live His glory like the evening sky?

"We all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory.." 2 Corinthians 3:18

I shared this on Emily's "Chatting At the Sky" just click on her name to read more or to add yours. This Tuesday, I'm unwrapping--change. I'm listening with my soul and hoping that the fear of failure doesn't keep me from making it or from getting out of the boat.