My Crumbled Pretentiousness, His Radiant Glory

The dust begins to settle. The lingering smell of crumbled old, wet rocks sifts through my nose. I timidly linger in the shadows; a shiver slides down past my knees. I built these walls and they were safety for me for so long. These stone walls I had erected with the mud of shame. With them I thought I was securely hidden.

He demolished them. And now… well now, I feel raw.

This remodeling of the innards of my soul, this tearing out of my false structure of faith has only begun to emerge a truth, a radiance I struggle to capture into words. Each ruptured wall, each fractured tower, and every cracked foundation has revealed a light. A light I have so deeply craved.

As it all dissipates, His countenance dawns with a love-light so vivid, so authentic.

How does one describe love in an image? How can words supply the frame of strength? Perhaps even the word ‘glory’ comes up short. How do black and white pixels capture radiance?

I remember the story of the woman He unburied from a rubble of stones. She too had been backed into a corner built with shame. As the structure of all her understanding of faith fell at the touch of His finger tips, I wonder if she stood in wonder. Perhaps she too felt raw. The religious and pretentious exhibition of faith that had surrounded her her whole life now was nothing but scribbles of dust and a pile of stones. Who is this man, that the wind and the waves answer to Him?

He is Immanuel.

He is God with Us.

He is the image of our invisible God.

He is more than the miracles he has preformed, yet He is distinctly identified by the ways He touched the world around Him.

He is love and redemption, He is grace and mercy, He is peace – oh, is He peace.

He is light.

He is the beginning, the first thing. He is before.

He is the hope of all glory.

He is infinitely good.

No amount of pretentiousness, no act I perform or avoid, no words I pray, not even my thoughts can afford me connection with Him, nor can they remove it.

He is my wholeness.

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along right paths for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow m all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

~ Psalm 23

 Who is Jesus to you?

I see you

Linking up today with the lovelies at Woman to Woman with Meredith Bernard and Coffee for Your Heart with Holley Gerth. Click the links below and find encouragement in your cup!



6 Comments on “My Crumbled Pretentiousness, His Radiant Glory

    • Thank you so much for coming by today Kelly! This chapter spoke so profoundly to me this week, I just had to share! Have a womderful weekend, may God’s favor continue to pour over you!!


  1. Brandi, this is lovely. Your words describe a beautiful picture of our Savior and Redeemer! I can tell you have a vibrant relationship with Him. Jesus is everything to me. So thankful I followed you at Woman2Woman today. Blessings, dear friend.


    • Hey Neighbor!!
      He is such a real savior to me and my prayer is that He would use my words to encourage others to push past every pretentious thing to really see Him and know Him in way that they can be known by Him.


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