The Weight of Glory

I was told recently, by a friend, that the word "glory" also means "weight." I believe I am beginning to feel the press, the weight of God in my life, and I'm so glad for it. I've made it two mornings in a row now waking long before my kids, and before my own wife, and praying and reading the Bible. While the reading has not spoken to me, yet, (because I fully expect God to reveal Himself to me this way at some point. I wait on Him.) The prayers are becoming a craving, a passion. Everytime I do pray, I am beginning to feel God press into me. I feel Him aching to keep talking to me. Well, more importantly me talking to Him. And I really think I see that God craves our voice as much or more than we crave to hear His. When we pray, He draws nearer, catching us in His arms, drawing us near to Him, wrapping us in His boundless love. That is the press that I'm talking about. Right now, my heart is aching because of that brief moment of coming to Him "just as I am". I've short-changed God for too long. And though I don't know when the deep meaning of His word will speak to me again; rather, when I will understand again what it's always been telling me, I know now that I will continue to hunger and thirst for God's time with me in the morning.