Originally published April 18, 2014
Merriam-Webster defines glue as, “any of various strong adhesive substances; something that binds together.” As I think about the glue in my life…what strong adhesive substances I’m surrounded by, what something(s) that bind me together, my first thought on this Good Friday takes me to my Savior.
John 1:1-2 tells us, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.” Jesus was there. Just as He is here now.
Glue – something that binds together. Oh, like something that binds me together? You mean like on the days when I just don’t want to see one. more. crumpled. up. sock? You mean like on the days when I can’t muster up the strength to put one. more. smile. on. my. face. for the sake of my children?
Or on the days when my world has been shaken to its core and I know that in order to be the glue that my children need on this earth, I have to keep it together. Yes, those days are the day I’m scratching and clawing my way to the cross. To get what Jesus has for me…the rest he promises for the weary and burdened…the peace He offers, not in the way the world gives or offers…the amazing grace He gives…the hope that is found in His name.
Jesus…
