It’s been an interesting year for me. On December 28, 2024, I fell and broke my left humerus. After surgery, with a 9-inch rod and six screws installed, I began my road to recovery. Months into physical therapy to prevent a frozen shoulder, I developed another health issue that occasionally knocked me down as well. I was beginning to think I was worthless because I couldn’t do as much as I used to for the Lord.
As I was dressing the other morning, the 1994 Newsboys’ song, Shine, came on. The refrain kept reverberating in my spirit:
Shine
Make ’em wonder what you’ve got
Make ’em wish they were not
On the outside, looking bored.
Shine
Let it shine before all men
Let ’em see good works and then
Let ’em glorify the Lord
I heard, “Glory dust” in my spirit. Immediately, I saw smiles and kind gestures, like giving up your place in line. I shared this with a friend, and she said, “If you don’t write a poem about that, I will!” And so I did…
Glory Dust
The world tells me who to trust.
Religion tells me what I must.
My body whispers I should lust.
My soul replies, “I am a bust.”
My mind insists, “Don’t be fussed.”
My heart feels hope, though often crushed.
My will declares, “You must adjust.”
Then suddenly—there came a thrust:
His Spirit said, “You’re making glory dust.
Each smile, each wave, a spark of light,
A gift of love that warms the night.
I watched you bend to lift the litter,
And leave behind My holy glitter.
You yielded kindly, gave your place in line—
A quiet act that made Me shine.
You wrapped the cold with shoes and shirts,
And helped to heal another’s hurts.
The smallest deeds exalt My name;
From tiny embers rises flame.”
We don’t have to do BIG things for the Lord to bring Him glory. He sees the small things, and they make Him smile. So, spread a little glory dust today.

