Early one Sunday morning I found myself pacing back and
forth in front of the altar in my church’s sanctuary, crying out to God. With a
heavy heart I wept, asking God to send His glory to my church. “Please send
Your glory to us,” I pleaded.
That was when the Holy Spirit spoke these words to me,
“Fuchsia, what are you looking for?”
I replied emphatically, “The glory.”
He continued, “When the glory comes, what will it look
like?”