Today the word is … Glue.
Who knew when I married young, I would need glue? Not only did I marry young, but it was the first time living away from my parents. First time I lived out of the Bronx. First time living away from my church and friends and people who I knew l loved me.
Who knew I would need so much glue?
I needed glue on those days when….
- I cut my finger cooking my first meal and needed my very first stitches
- I had to walk with the floors with my firstborn having never even changed a single diaper, not ever. I had never heard of colic and she had it 24/7 for a very long time.
- I miscarried
- on bed rest for my entire pregnancy with my second born
- someone I looked up to, failed many of us
- through surgeries of family members
- a loved one enters eternity
And then there was the night I need glue when I was alone in our first home with our two small children, husband out of town and the septic backed into our basement – about two feet deep everywhere. Like who knew, that when you flushed the toilet it was not washed away, never to be seen again? Who would want to store it in their yard and grow grass on top of it? Like seriously, I grew up in the Bronx and had never heard or imagined of such a thing.
And then life continued and I needed glue on those days I watched …
- Desert Storm unfold on our television before my eyes. All night. I couldn’t shut it off and go to sleep.
- the tsunami in Indonesia
- horrific school shootings
- the Boston Marathon tragedy
See what I mean? I need glue and lots of it.
I am grateful for an endless supply of glue.
“He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.” (Colossians 1:17)
He is the Glue.