Grace is the Glue

I came home this late afternoon to find my husband sitting on a stool by the counter, super glue in one hand and a broken tea cup in the other. You may remember a past post in regards to those same teacups--click HERE if you need a refresher!

The problem wasn't just that one teacup fell to the ground--it was more like half of the shelf came off the wall and most everything on it slid precariously to the floor.





As my daughter was leaving the house, the door to the garage slammed behind her, due to the suction of air from an open window on the opposite side of the house. She then heard the crashing.

All this happened while I was away, and when I viewed my husband quietly gluing everything back together, my heart dropped to see the tea cups, which were given to me as presents from my Grandma, along with our porcelain wedding cake top laying in pieces on the counter.

Mark told me how my youngest felt terrible about what happened and was beating herself up over the incident. At that moment, I felt compelled to call her immediately--she was at an end of the year soccer party. I know my daughter--and I know how hard she is on herself, and I knew she wouldn't be enjoying the party.

I just wanted to let her know that I wasn't mad--it was a mistake and they were all just 'things'. I wanted her to forget about it, and freely enjoy her time with friends.

God used this event to break through to my heart. You may have noticed that I haven't posted for awhile...just been feeling really distant from God. And when I feel distant, I tend to stay distant. Then He breaks through with His grace.

It was wonderful to communicate grace to my daughter--to lift her burden of guilt and worry over whether or not I was mad.

Then I realized, how much more wonderful and natural is it for God--the creator of grace--to extend it to me. He is not giving it grudgingly or hesitantly. As much as I wanted to call Hannah immediately so she could enjoy her day, He wants me to accept and receive the grace and forgiveness He extends to me.

Hannah could have chosen not to believe me--thinking that I was mad and she could have continued being miserable at her party. Same thing with me and God--I could refuse to believe that God forgives my distance and neglect to our relationship and continue having a miserable time at my 'party'--ie. everyday life.

Also, another silver lining to the crashing of the shelf--a reminder of my husbands patience as he meticulously glued the pieces back together and my oldest daughter's sweet servant spirit as she gathered all the pieces of all the different shattered mementos and placed them in piles so they could be glued back together.