Hello, Friends. Welcome back for another Friday spent with Lisa-Jo and the Five-minute crowd. Today, we’re taking five minutes to write on the prompt Glue. Do you have five minutes to write, read, or both? Why don’t you join us?
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community…
Today’s Prompt: Glue
“He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.”~ Colossians 1:17
My son once came home with a sheet of homework in which he answered this question: Name and describe one or more important people in your life. He wrote, “One important person in my life is my dad. He is like the glue in our family.He works hard every day to keep us going. I want to be like him.”
I snapped a quick photo and texted it to my husband in the split second before my magnanimous attitude dissolved into self-pity with a twinge of anger. My kid made no mention of me, the mother who labored for hours on an April morning in the upstairs bedroom of the house with the blue door. The mother who continues to labor day in and day out for this child, working tired hands and tired emotions all the livelong day. I know, I am small. I am envious.
I am human.
When I look at this paper on a good day, when I remember my worth, I see a son who wants to be like his father, who wants to hold all things together, and keep us going, and stick our broken bits together like glue. My husband is showing our boy what it means to know a father’s love. He is a human example of God, our Father. The Father who holds together this spinning earth with His words, the ones that spoke it all into being, and with The Word–Jesus.
We are small. We are envious and bitter and hurt and broken. We are Adam. We are human. Today, I remember the glue that binds all of these shattered bits together, the one who lovingly puts us back into one patched-together piece because His body broke for us, stretching across time and space and a cross-shaped tree.
It is Good Friday. Let all of God’s patch-worked people rejoice.
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Wishing you all a joyful Easter!!!!
