i have pictured thought of childs pink bubble gum stretched to cover my needs and wants and hopes and headed towards.
holes keep widening to get in the way of what looks like comfort and satisfied. reached and finished.
i am on my knees pinching and pushing edges together and holding out my hand to god for a pressed flat bubble gum patch.
in wondering and discouraged, i ask an abundant god why he doesn’t give enough to cover all the bare. why a piece here while another pinprick hole appears in the distance. surely there is glory in the dramatic spreading of cloth over table.
he looks at me with parent love and kindness. the kind that comes with knowing and having seen and wanting best for. and speaks:
every time you need a patch you stop and turn to me.
in that moment loves abundance is clearer still.
…now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in christ jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. amen.
ephesians 3:20-21 (ESV)
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