Glory Days!

During the peaceful quiet of early morning, when memories feel gentler than the bright daylight, a man sometimes finds himself sitting back, reminiscing about the days when he felt on top of the world. These memories shine brightly in his mind, like medals proudly displayed on a wall, illuminated by nostalgia, shielded from the dust of reality. He recalls the cheers from crowds long gone, the strength of his youth before time gently placed its hand on his shoulders, the moments when his name felt bigger than life itself. These were the days when he truly believed the world seemed to spin a little faster because he was running, when victories were his, when the spotlight felt warm and welcoming, and when applause felt like a sign of purpose. But if he looks a little closer at these glory days, he notices flickers. The roar of the crowd fades away, the trophies lose their shine, and the muscles grow weaker. The achievements that once seemed eternal now become stories he shares to keep those memories alive. His glory was real; it was also temporary, delicate, made from the same dust he walked upon, reminding him of the beautiful, fleeting nature of those moments. 

Then he reflects on another kind of glory, one that he didn't create and one that time can't diminish. God’s Glory Days aren't just memories, seasons, or chapters; they are eternal. They begin before the first sunrise and continue beyond the last breath of creation. God’s glory doesn't fade with age or grow dim with distance. It's evident in the oceans that refuse to cross their boundaries, in the stars that burn with a fire no human has kindled, and in the mercy that greets him each morning, even though he hasn't earned it. God’s glory isn't applause—it's presence. Not achievement, its essence. It's not a fleeting triumph, but an everlasting truth. 

Where a person's own glory shone brightly for a moment, God’s glory shines forever with every heartbeat. While his achievements relied on strength that is now slipping away, God’s glory depends on nothing and holds everything together. His victories have shaped his past, but God’s glory defines eternity. Sitting in the morning light, he finally sees that his “glory days” were fleeting moments of human brilliance. Still, God’s Glory Days are the endless radiance that calls him to exchange pride for purpose, and self-glory for transformative praise. In that realization, he discovers something far greater than missing the past. He finds the One whose glory never fades. But within him, something aligned: God’s glory towering above, and his own humility rooting him below, meeting in a peace that surpasses all understanding.