To The Untamed Heart.

“And one called to another and said:

HOLY, HOLY, HOLY, is the Lord of hosts;

the whole earth is full of His glory.”

Isaiah 6:3

Last year was big for me.

It’s weird to say and hard to describe. There have been times in my life- moments- that have marked me. I remember the Belonging Conference of 2024, for instance. When I left, I was different. I could feel a suddenly that had taken place and it was not just to my own knowledge, but also my loved ones and my team. They knew. Something was different. And that conference moment was beautiful, ceremonious, and significant.

Last year wasn’t like that.

Last year was the slow burn of the prayer room. The time on my face with the Lord. The season where Jesus taught me in our time together, giving me strategies on how to study and opening a door to take me deeper in revelation. It was a pivot year of loss, but not without my Father’s nourishing. Loss that wasn’t loss. If you know, you know. It was a season of fighting through the dry season, crying out in hunger, and seeking the Lord’s face beyond my own feelings. It was the year of seeking the presence of the Lord in a new way that went beyond my own comfort. My Father appointed new covenant friendships for me, orchestrating it through shared dreams and prophetic words. He sustained our friendship on the floor in prayer and worship. And through that time- when things would go beyond my comfort zone, I learned my yes to Him. Yes, even when I don’t understand how whatever is going on is edifying me. But it was. And there was and is fruit in my life. I’m not the same because of the weird ways I’ve been vulnerable with the Lord. There is evidence. I’m changed.

During those late nights, gathering around crying out to the Lord together, there would be moments when I felt a rush of His Spirit and there would be nothing to pray or cry but HOLY HOLY HOLY. I would find myself getting louder and louder. HOLY HOLY HOLY. Eyes looking to the King of Kings. HOLY HOLY HOLY. Seated on His throne. HOLY HOLY HOLY. All His saints surrounding, all angels around the throne, all crying out HOLY HOLY HOLY. I would join heaven and cry out, feeling it from the depth of my being. All of me resounding in agreement that He is holy and there is none like Him. He is WORTHY.

The first couple times it happened, I was a bit curious as to why this passionate cry was all I was uttering. I could’ve prayed for awakening. I could’ve prayed for healing. I could’ve prayed for a lot of things. To me, praying for other things maybe would’ve accomplished more of an agenda. But all I could do was cry holy to the Lord. And I felt the move of His Spirit when I did.

Isaiah 6 is one of my all time favorite passages. It’s one I meditate on when I’m praying- when I’m thinking about Him. The train of His robe fills the temple. The angels are surrounding the throne, and they are calling to one another crying out HOLY.

They weren’t calling out to the Lord. They were crying out to each other.

Those six-winged angels were surrounding the throne, covering their faces with two wings, their feet with the other two wings, and with the other two-flying, remaining in their position. They were crying out to each other with their faces covered that he is HOLY HOLY HOLY. Because just holy doesn’t cover it. They said we worship this one and we have tasted and we have seen and we know who He is. He is HOLY HOLY HOLY. And that fire that consumed them wasn’t something to be kept in. It was something to be shared in.

As they worshipped, they testified that the whole earth is full of His glory.

Think about that. Slow your breathing. Close your eyes. Take that in.

The whole earth is FULL of His GLORY.

They weren’t simply talking about how glorious the Lord was or how His glory filled heaven- they were in awe over how the EARTH is FULL of His GLORY.

Oh, this hour is ripe. It is time. The Bible says all creation is groaning and I feel it. I know I am. The earth is full. It’s time to live like it. It’s time to live like we are surrounded and filled with His glory. Whether we are coming, whether we are going, whether we are praying, working, carpooling, shopping,… the earth is full of His glory. Heaven and earth are groaning.

The definition of glory is “high renown or honor won by notable achievements”. Synonyms are words like fame and prestige.

Heaven and earth all testify to His notable achievements. Angels are in heaven and when they see the earth they don’t think to cry out ahh! The murders! The devil! You fill in the blank. They see the earth and they see GLORY. Even the beginning of Isaiah 6, Isaiah has a vision and this is what he sees: the train of the robe fills the temple. That testifies. The train of His robe fills the temple because of its length. And the reason the Kings robe is long is because every time a king would defeat an enemy, as a symbol of His power, he would take a piece of the conquered enemies robe and add it on to his own. So the longer the train of his robe, the more victories. The more glory.

The train of His robe fills the temple. It overflows because He is GLORIOUS. And not just in heaven- on earth. The angels look down and bear witness- open your eyes! The time is now. The earth is FULL of His glory. It’s time to be shaped by it, joining in and crying out and letting faith fill our lungs and hope drive us onward. Nows the time.