17 Apr 2014

Five Minute Friday: Glue

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.

….

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.”

Excerpts from the book of John.

On Fridays we remind ourselves that The Word is for us and loves us and welcomes us.

Your words are safe here.

Grace

So come and write with us. Together. On one word for five minutes. And then link up your post or leave it in the comments. But remember, the one rule here is that you visit the person who linked up before you and encourage them in their writing.

That’s it. The gift of encouragement – pass it on.

All the back story and details for how to join in are over here.

Today the word is for battered Thursdays and broken Fridays and aching Saturdays.

Today the word is GLUE.

Go:

These are the cracked days. These are the dead mother and dying daughter-what-in-the-world-is-going-on-days. These are the chipped and broken nails clinging on desperate to what we love as it slips through our fingers days. These are the busted up faith days. These are the roaring dark sky days and the lightining and thunder days.

These are the cancer days and the divorce days and the daughters dieting away their lives days. These are the weeping alone for our loneliness days.

These are the broken limbs and raging waters and continents dying of Aids days. These are the blood red moonless midnight days.

These are the I-can’t-see-the-sun days.

These are the groaning, lonely, lying days.

These are the empty hands days.

These are the cracked days.

Waiting for so much glue to come and rescue them. To piece them tenderly back together. Strip by patient strip. Patient by dying patient.

These are the chips that can be soldered back into the broken heart days.

Friday cracked and wrenched and twisted wide open.

Stop.

 


Comments

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  1. 1

    Praying for some glue for all of us today!

  2. 2

    Oh Lisa- Beautiful poetry. Silenced by it as Hope slices through.

  3. 3

    Thankfully, Sunday’s coming! Loved this prompt, Lisa-Jo.

  4. 4

    Oh Lisa! Sometimes the world just comes crashing in, doesn’t it? Especially on this day. Sunday is coming! Hosanna!

  5. 5

    These words.
    I was just sitting on my deck with coffee and thinking about “what is so good about Good Friday”.
    How could praying “take this cup…but your will be done” ending in beatings and death be good?
    I struggle to get the scope of the meaning across to my girls.
    It’s supernatural.
    His suffering and separation for our healing and wholeness.
    More than talk about it, dress em up for church and let the preacher and church teachers tell them about it,
    we have to live it.
    Your words so beautifully tell how this world is still in Friday mode and desperately needs Resurrection Sunday.
    Cheers,
    Leah

  6. 6

    Beautiful words and such a though-provoking prompt–who would have thought that something so ordinary as glue could elicit such beautiful words from everyone? Thank you for prompting us each week and being the glue that keeps this community going!

  7. 7

    This post and word rings so true today! You write, “These are the cracked days. These are the dead mother and dying daughter-what-in-the-world-is-going-on-days. These are the chipped and broken nails clinging on desperate to what we love as it slips through our fingers days. These are the busted up faith days.” So very right on. Always glad I stopped by and today’s word had me inspired. Thank you.

  8. 8

    Glue

    Sometimes I feel like I am stuck and not moving forward. Each day and night bring a new adventure and I wonder will he do what he did yesterday or come up with a totally new routine for today.

    Life with a newborn was pretty easy for the first few months, I felt like I got this and each day strived to be that perfect mom I had envisioned I would be, but as the weeks turned into months it didn’t get easier it just got harder and more frustrating.

    But I am letting God mold me and stretch me into something new and am becoming more thankful each day that I was given motherhood and that it wasn’t easy. I want to grow closer to Him and learn how to be a better person than I thought I could be.

    I want the glue that holds my family together to be that we rely on God and not on ourselves. So I will keep pushing and learning so I can grow and stretch into the gift of motherhood, nothing like what I expected it to be.

    –Lisa Jo, you are an inspiration to me. I look forward to Friday for my five minutes of writing. I’m loving your book too, almost done. It gives me encouragement that i desperately need right now. Thank you!

    • 9

      Beautifully written Amanda. He will be your glue, your joy as you adventure ahead.

  9. 10

    Seriously, who can top your beautiful post? Sheeesh. :) I’m splayed open by it.

  10. 11

    Glue, the very substance that holds together this relationship of 25 years.
    The substance I cry out for as my world seems to be crumbling.
    It is Him that holds all things together, the sustaining power holding atoms in the right positions. With out him the ultimate disaster.
    And yet it is in our brokenness that His life, His light, His glory shines through. Making the very gospel approachable, real, a testimony of His power and life

  11. 12

    Awesome post Lisa Jo! Makes me want to come give you a great big hug! Thanks for this space. :)

  12. 13

    What a beautiful description of how we are on Friday and Saturday Days.

  13. 14

    Oh wow…..such a beautiful and raw post! And one I totally resonate with.
    GLUE
    Start: 8:39am Kenyan time
    In the beginning was The Word….in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Sometimes it’s hard to grasp the meaning of those words; that God created everything and in Him all things hold together. It’s hard to grasp them when grief strikes, when you feel life screeching to a halt. When you’ve had the wind knocked out of you, it’s hard to remember that God still loves you and He is still in control. Times like these, you remember that God is sovereign, and that His will prevails. But if you don’t remember that He loves you with an everlasting and extravagant love, it’s easy to let the seeds of bitterness grow within you and crush the hope and faith inside you. So I choose to hold on to His love, because from His love came beauty when He created the world. In His love, He hung on the cross and made the way for reconciliation with our Father. And it is His love that holds us together when life falls apart. Love is the glue that holds Him to us and keeps us in Him. (Philippians 4:6-7)
    Stop: 8:44am

  14. 15

    Missed the boat last week but I still had to write it! http://bellesbazaar-heather.blogspot.com/2014/04/glue-5-minute-prompt.html

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