Glory Days


I’ve often heard the phrase “the good old glory days” tossed around when people talk about a part of their past that they seemingly enjoyed the most. A beautiful part of their story that nothing in their life now seems to compare too. I’ve often thought it’s interesting how even as believers, we often tend to talk about a moment of time in our lives where we experienced a move of God and treat it as if it were the only “glory moment” of our story. For example, those times when we went on a mission trip, or to Bible School, saw someone healed, got a prophetic word, heard a great sermon etc. While those experiences are amazing God-filled memories and movements to be encouraged by. It’s easy to let our lives be consumed with the “remember when” moments and forget that today holds fresh potential for more of the Kingdom to be experienced here on earth.

It’s important to not let those experiences become a holding ground when they were actually designed to be a launching pad. What I mean by this is that we should not allow one experience to become our only experience of God. Our experiences are meant to be an invitation for us and those around us to step into a deeper intimacy with Him. They should make us hungrier for more of God himself.

In Matthew 17:1-8, Jesus took the disciples, Peter, James and John up to the mountain with him and transfigured before them. It says his face shone like the sun and his clothing become white. If that isn’t magnificently terrifying enough, Moses and Elijah suddenly appeared. Peter’s response, is like what many of ours would be. He wanted to stay on the mountain and even offered to build a tent for each of them. Then God the Father spoke in a loud voice, and gave them the command to listen and follow his beloved son Jesus. They fell to the ground terrified. Then just like that, it was over and Jesus was leading them down the mountain to continue His work here on earth.

The thing is, Peter, James and John could have stayed at the mountain forever. They could have set up camp and chatted around the campfire about their experience until the end of their days. However, they would have completely missed both the point and the command that God gave them. They would have been stuck reminiscing about a moment with Jesus instead of continuing on the journey with him.

“And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.”-2 Corinthians 3:18

We are not made for just mere moments of glory- we were designed to go from glory to glory. Everything we experience with Jesus is part of him transforming us into the image of himself. What you’ve experienced with God is beautiful, it’s powerful, and it’s unique to your relationship with him. Yet it’s just a taste of what is available for you. We can’t afford to camp-out on empty mountaintops when he has called us to a much greater mission. A great co-mission. Where with Jesus, we are called to continue his reconciling work here on earth and make disciples of all nations. Going from glory to glory as we continue to experience his goodness in different seasons and places and in the process become more like Him. No matter what stage of life we are in, there is so much more to discover in Him.

You are dearly loved,

Rachel Elizabeth

In Stormy Seas


“Our boat felt so unstable in the middle of the sea as the vicious storm continued to thrash us around like we weighed nothing more than a flea. The same sea that just a few hours ago appeared to be my friend, so peaceful and serene had somehow now become my greatest enemy. Lightning bolts were flashing across the sky and the thunder threatened us with each mighty roar that the storm was just coming closer. I had never felt so small and helpless as I looked at the size of the waves in comparison to our vessel. The same boat I had once thought as safe and secure. As each wave started to lift us up little by little I started to say goodbye to the world I knew. Then suddenly I remembered, my  great teacher was sleeping right below. “Surely” I thought, “if he awakens we may not perish after all”. Sopping wet and shaking violently with fear, I ran down the corridor and opened his door with a forceful hand. “Jesus” I cried out. “How can you sleep when death is at our doorstep?”

He held my hand and gently led me back up to the deck. Calmly he spoke to the sea and simply said “Peace! Be Still!” Then the storm ceased. Once again the sea was peaceful and serene. He looked me in the eye and said “Why were you so afraid? Even though we have been together so long, have you still no faith?” As I looked into those kind eyes with great awe and wonder at he who rules even over the seas, suddenly I realized what he was trying to show me. My  life was never at the mercy of the deadly waters but rather in the hands of him who dearly loves me.”

–Rachel Elizabeth