Who gets the credit for the things we accomplish? Do our actions, our days, our lives amount to anything?
What is God’s glory, and why would we—as his imperfect creation—bother trying to give it? In our brokenness, are we even capable of bringing glory to God, or are we to attempt at getting better before we can? Why does he even need glory? Why can’t we just be doing something good?
We all have glory, praise, and worship to give. But without direction, that glory could very well end up somewhere we didn’t steer it toward.
Where does the glory you give go?