Glue is any variation of STRONG, ADHESIVE, SUBSTANCE. It is what binds together.
In my house of 7 kids, (5 of which are still in elementary school), glue is a hot commodity. Actually…any type of adhesive material for that matter. There also, is no discrimination of these product types. Yesterday; as I was disassembling the remains (which is my nice way of saying cleaning up the mess) of my epic Mother’s Day party (a party thrown every year- planned and decorated by my youngest daughter and catered by my eldest), I noticed that the décor, was elegantly hung with none other than…blue painter’s tape. If it has any adhering properties, whatsoever; it is a viable solution to ANY present predicament.
For sure, glue (definitely duct tape lol) serves as the universal problem solver. Even as it morphs from the liquid substance we are familiar with, into a theoretical attribute of a person. AKA- a metaphor. (In some English class in 9th grade, undoubtedly, while suffering through one of Shakespeare’s many eclectic literature pieces; we were taught the idea of a metaphor. However; since most of us were most likely, haphazardly, paying attention during that space in time; let’s review. A metaphor is a noun, meaning something used, or regarded as being used, to represent something else.) And a profound metaphor, dropped like a seedling, during an oh too brief, phone call with my mom, is the thought serving as the protagonist to this short tale.
I am positive what is true for me as a woman, almost assuredly, holds true for every one of you. During any given day, a woman can play the part of various complex roles. Roles portrayed with experience ranging from expert to novice. But portrayed nonetheless. Just yesterday, I served as a housekeeper, nurse, seamstress, judge, referee, coach, cook, techy, mechanic, repair man, and teacher. Your list is as endless as mine. For every role performed, there were probably 3 that we didn’t have the time or capacity to fill. Some days while preforming, we run out of daylight, others…energy. When days seem to disappear like a vapor, what becomes our first concern? Which role is allotted more priority than the other? Among exchanging Mother’s Day well wishes and recapping the events of our mom holiday; my mother inadvertently, sparked the thought, that has nagged at me for days. The thought I needed to share with you. A simple statement, posed as the sun set, in the last moments of our conversation, “You’re the glue that holds them together”.
In a society plagued with families broken beyond natural repair. Be the glue. Of all the roles presented to you, grant this role priority. Not in your strength alone but your strength, forged with the strength freely given by the Holy Spirit. For His strength is stronger than ANY other substance. It can bind what is shattered. Mend what is torn. Find what seems lost forever.
Colossians 1:16-17 New International Version (NIV)
16 For in him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things have been created through him and for him. 17 He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.