Too often, I feel like a gluestick.
The liquid glue sticks stuff together so much better than a gluestick does, but it takes longer to dry. And you can pull stuff a gluestick has glued together apart so much more easily than you can with liquid glue or hot glue.
Why even use a gluestick at all? Why not just slap two pieces of paper together and call it good?
Then I realise: paper doesn’t just randomly stick to itself. It needs some sort of adhesive. And sometimes, it just needs a temporary adhesive that can be pulled apart later. Sometimes it needs a fast adhesive that won’t take forever to dry. Sometimes you can’t have heat for hot glue. Sometimes a gluestick is just right.
I think I’m God’s gluestick: not the strongest, not the most durable, lacking the finest preparation, but sometimes…just right.
Just right when words from the foolish are needed to shame the wise.
Just right when weakness is needed to shame the strong.
Just right when poverty is needed to shame the rich.
Just right when youth and inexperience is needed to shame age and experience.
Just right when one small candle is needed to illuminate a dark cavern.
Just right when a small spark is needed to set an entire forest ablaze.
Just right for God’s purposes. He knows what He’s doing. He uses gluesticks for a reason.
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