2 Chronicles 5:13–14 (NKJV) ~ “And it came to pass, when the priests came out of the Holy Place, that the cloud filled the house of the Lord, so that the priests could not continue ministering because of the cloud; for the glory of the Lord filled the house of the Lord.”
There is a depth to God’s visitation that many long for, but few are truly prepared to carry. The Glory of the Lord is not light, it is weighty! It is Holy! It is consuming! It cannot be invited without consequence, and it cannot be contained without surrender! When God’s Presence descends in fullness, it disrupts everything that is unclean, unsubmitted, or self-reliant. His Glory is not an accessory to make your life feel more spiritual; it is the atmosphere of Heaven invading Earth, demanding reverence, repentance, and readiness.
In 2 Chronicles 5, we see the Glory of the Lord fill the temple after the people worshipped in unity and the priests consecrated themselves. The Presence of God was so thick that the priests could not even stand to minister. Their function was halted because God’s Glory had taken over. That is the power of true visitation: it doesn’t just enhance what you are doing, it completely replaces what you thought you were in charge of! When God visits with glory, He doesn’t ask for space. He takes over the whole room.
Isaiah experienced this same overwhelming encounter in Isaiah 6:1–5. He saw the Lord high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple. The seraphim cried out, “Holy, holy, holy,” and the sound shook the foundations. In that moment, Isaiah was undone. He didn’t respond with a song, a sermon, or a plan, he responded with surrender. “Woe is me, for I am undone… for my eyes have seen the King.” God’s Glory always reveals the truth about who you are. It peels back your performance and shines light on your posture.
And yet, being undone by Glory is not the end, it’s the beginning of commissioning. God does not visit to crush you; He visits to call you. After Isaiah confessed, the angel touched his lips with fire and purified him. Then came the question: “Whom shall I send?” And Isaiah, now purified and postured, could say, “Here am I. Send me.” This is the blueprint: Visitation. Cleansing. Calling. Sending. Many want to be sent, but few are willing to be undone first. You want the mantles without meeting the Master in the fire first. But the weight of Glory will not rest on unyielded shoulders.
Glory demands surrender. It requires a lifestyle of emptying, not just occasional moments of worship. You cannot house God’s Glory on a divided altar. You cannot walk in divine purpose with a half-hearted yes. When you invite God’s Presence, you must be prepared to release control, to be led where you didn’t expect and be changed in ways you didn’t plan. Glory doesn’t just give chills, it gives instructions! And those instructions often dismantle your comfort zones. You must ask yourself, have I become casual with what is sacred? Have I reduced the Glory of God to a moment in a service instead of a movement in my life?
Am I inviting visitation while clinging to the very things that hinder it? The Lord is looking for temples, not temples made with brick, but with obedience. Vessels that are cleared out, consecrated, and committed to His ways. The weight of Glory will settle where it is honored, not where it is used! You don’t need a stage to encounter His Glory. You need a surrendered spirit. You don’t need a crowd; you need a clear heart.
Let this be the hour where you say, “Lord, if You fill this house, this temple, then let everything in me bow low. Let everything unlike You be driven out. Let me be undone, so I can be remade.” When the Glory comes, don’t try to perform. Lay down. Worship. Surrender. Respond. Be changed.
Let’s Pray:
Abba Father, Sovereign King, the One whose train fills the temple, I come before You today with holy reverence. You are the God of Glory, and there is none like You. I declare that You are not just a visitor in my life. You are the Owner, the Potter, the Author and Finisher of my faith. I yield myself before You, not just my lips, but my life. I cry out for Your Glory, but I now understand that Your glory comes with weight. It comes with fire. It comes with truth. So, I ask You, Lord, visit me. Fill this house. Saturate this temple. Overwhelm every ounce of me until all I can do is bow. Father, I do not come asking for a thrill or a temporary touch. I come asking for a holy takeover. If Your glory is going to dwell here, let it drive out everything in me that resists You. If Your presence is going to rest on me, let pride be shattered, let fear be dismantled, let control be surrendered, and let compromise be cast down. I do not want to be one who asks for You to move but is unprepared for what that movement requires. Break me open, Lord. Make me holy. Make me pure. Make me useful in Your hands. Just as Isaiah was undone in Your Presence, I ask You to undo me, too. Strip away every layer of religious habit and hollow words. Let me not be content with surface encounters. Touch the places I’ve buried. Heal the wounds I’ve hidden. Set fire to the places I’ve ignored. Cleanse my lips, my mind, my motives, and my spirit. Let the coal from Your altar fall on me and consume what is unclean. Then, Lord, when You ask, “Whom shall I send?”, I will respond not out of pride, but out of purity: “Here am I. Send me.” Father, I ask You to let the cloud of Your Presence fill every room I walk into. Let my home become a sanctuary. Let my life preach louder than my words. Let Your weight fall upon me until the noise of the world is drowned out by the sound of Your holiness. Father, I don’t want to do anything without You. I don’t want to go anywhere You haven’t sent me. Let Your Glory rest here. Let Your Glory rule here. And let my life forever give You Glory. In the Name of Jesus Christ, the Lamb of Glory, I pray. Amen and Amen!
Blessings…
Love, Dr. Jean…
