Today’s word = GLUE
Yesterday was all unraveled and ragged. I flew out the door with my shoes barely on my feet and a granola bar in my hand. Seriously, God bless granola bar makers.
My house looks like a garage sale after all the good pickings have been picked over. Ever since our washing machine decided to re-create Noah’s Flood two weeks ago, we’ve been living in a carpet-less home without baseboards or doors or basic organization. Just getting out the door is a feat of memory and agility. Where was my jacket again…? *wracks brain, bumps into furniture*
It really hasn’t been too bad. Now that the thirteen rumbling red industrial fans and honking-huge dehumidifier are gone, at least I have a kitchen again. Even while the fans roared, we laughed about their white noise making it easy to sleep.
But yesterday at work my shoulders and neck creaked with painful lumps as the phone constantly rang and rang and rang and my throat grew dry from explaining. The papers piled up faster than I could sort them. My fingers clicked constantly, almost independent of my tired brain as the mental to-do list grew longer and heavier.
I stumbled up the stairs to our homegroup meeting with only half a heart to be there. Heavy-eyed, foggy-brained from my desperate post-work nap, I willed myself to sit.
“Between the songs”, they said, “let’s tell what God has been doing in our hearts”. What have You been doing, Lord? I wondered. I’m so unglued and discombobulated.
As I flipped backward in the blue journal looking for scraps I’d chanced to record, I found the sweetest words. Words that had patched me together on another ragged, teary day in January.
“Cherise, you do not have less at this moment when you are exhausted and fighting a cold than you do on days when you are well-rested, healthy, and feel in control. You have Me in abundance at all times, and I am all you need.”
He is not diminished if I am depleted, and He holds even my unraveled, unglued moments together by his powerful Word.
Side note: My homegroup will notice that this journal entry wasn’t what I shared last night with the group. It felt like a personal hug from Jesus for that moment, something just between the two of us for me to feel his love while I shared something else out loud. But now, in the light of a new day, it seemed appropriate to share. I hope someone else will feel His love in the middle of an unglued moment like mine.