Been school shopping the last couple of weeks. This year, the kids are going back to private Christian school (Thank you GOD) so we've been stocking up along and along b/c there are added expenses to consider. We don't mind. . .but today, I unloaded the back of van and we spread out school supplies on the dining room table. YIKES! Talk about an abundance of goodies!
While I was making piles, I noticed I had purchased an abundance of glue sticks. I guess there's worse things to have an abundance of (thinking of when the kids brought home buggies. Ick) but we have a LOT of glue. LOL It got me to thinking about all the things in life that require some agent to "hold it together."
Consider marriage - ok, maybe we shouldnt. There's a lot of "glue" required for marriage. Paul and I will be married 16 years this year, and truth be told, it's only 16 b/c we were too poor to file for a divorce when we thought about it. Thank God for that! But there's a glue that keeps us together. Most of the time it looks like this; common interests, a genuine likability of the other, mutual respect, shared dreams, etc. But sometimes, it's really unexpected - like grief. Last year was a year FULL of grief for our family. I think though, that in our grief, we were held together. And in that, we discovered a strength unknown to us before then. A "super glue" of sorts you might say. At the end - we were left with this crazy weird bonded love that we'd never experienced before. It was like we'd been glued together, then welded, then sealed. I kind of like it.
I have these friends in my life as well - and I can see the "glue" in our lives. One friend in particular - she and I aren't exactly "close" or anything anymore. Truth be told, I couldn't really say if our friendship looks ANYTHING like what comes to mind when you think about friendship. But again. . .there's this glue that bonds us to one another. We haven't spoken aloud to one another in nearly a year, but that doesn't keep me from crying out on her behalf to Papa God every day. It doesn't keep me from grinning from ear to ear when I read about a coffee date, or a powerful worship experience. We share experiences in life that connect us - that bond us to one another.
Another set of friends are the kind that I can just be completely myself with, at all times. Wow. . there's an incredible freedom in that. How many of us really get to just be real - all the time? They accept me as i am, no matter how good the situation, or how bad. Our bond transcends typical friendship on every single level. They are as much my family as Paul is. I think the "glue" in this relationship is that realness. . .there's no assumption EVER of being anything less than who we really are with each other.
When we think about the things that connect us to others in our lives, what's the glue? What's the thing that absolutely bonds you to these people you love, you relate to, you share life with?
While I was making piles, I noticed I had purchased an abundance of glue sticks. I guess there's worse things to have an abundance of (thinking of when the kids brought home buggies. Ick) but we have a LOT of glue. LOL It got me to thinking about all the things in life that require some agent to "hold it together."
Consider marriage - ok, maybe we shouldnt. There's a lot of "glue" required for marriage. Paul and I will be married 16 years this year, and truth be told, it's only 16 b/c we were too poor to file for a divorce when we thought about it. Thank God for that! But there's a glue that keeps us together. Most of the time it looks like this; common interests, a genuine likability of the other, mutual respect, shared dreams, etc. But sometimes, it's really unexpected - like grief. Last year was a year FULL of grief for our family. I think though, that in our grief, we were held together. And in that, we discovered a strength unknown to us before then. A "super glue" of sorts you might say. At the end - we were left with this crazy weird bonded love that we'd never experienced before. It was like we'd been glued together, then welded, then sealed. I kind of like it.
I have these friends in my life as well - and I can see the "glue" in our lives. One friend in particular - she and I aren't exactly "close" or anything anymore. Truth be told, I couldn't really say if our friendship looks ANYTHING like what comes to mind when you think about friendship. But again. . .there's this glue that bonds us to one another. We haven't spoken aloud to one another in nearly a year, but that doesn't keep me from crying out on her behalf to Papa God every day. It doesn't keep me from grinning from ear to ear when I read about a coffee date, or a powerful worship experience. We share experiences in life that connect us - that bond us to one another.
Another set of friends are the kind that I can just be completely myself with, at all times. Wow. . there's an incredible freedom in that. How many of us really get to just be real - all the time? They accept me as i am, no matter how good the situation, or how bad. Our bond transcends typical friendship on every single level. They are as much my family as Paul is. I think the "glue" in this relationship is that realness. . .there's no assumption EVER of being anything less than who we really are with each other.
When we think about the things that connect us to others in our lives, what's the glue? What's the thing that absolutely bonds you to these people you love, you relate to, you share life with?
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