A Five Minute Friday post:
Glue. It sticks. But you have to make sure you use enough of it. Although there are times you use too much.
These seem to be my daily questions: “Am I cut out for this?” “What if I screw this up?” “Does he even want me to be his mom?” And then I’m reminded these are not the right questions. “Why can’t I see my friends?” “Why don’t I understand?” “Will I ever get it right?” These are questions he’s asking, wondering silently. And I am like glue.
The consistency has changed though. I’m still stuck, always will be stuck hopelessly in love with a little boy who steals my heart one second and stomps on it the next. But my glue isn’t so thick as it use to be. I think that’s good. He can breathe, and little boys need to breathe, to have a little room to grow, make mistakes, ask questions. A small amount of freedom. Trust me, that’s all I can afford right now, but I see a place down the road where his space will grow wider. It will take time.
There are no ingredients listed on a bottle of Elmer’s glue. I know, I just looked. But the stuff God has put in me, perseverance, patience, kindness, love – hope that someday things will look different, this is God’s bottle of white sticky stuff that holds us together while I wait on Him to put us back together, the only way it will stay stuck together.