Today, I’m writing for Five Minute Friday on the word Connect with Lisa-Jo.
I’ve always felt a little inept at connection. I know you say, “Who is it that does not make friends?” Such a person does not really exist, and I know this, but I feel it deep down in my bones that I don’t connect well with others.
I am learning though, because the God-man has sat me down at His table, fed me, loved on me, and bit by bit He’s transformed me. We make a connection, He and I, and I have learned to be content with the One who matters most. He treats me as if I am His most beloved.
And then His supernatural connection, spills over. I get my little one up from the bed, wish her a good morning, and I feel it, the everlasting we are forming.
“My munt-ney,” she says every morning asking for her blanket that she refuses to say correctly. I don’t mind this knowing soon enough she will. She takes it every where she goes, and soon enough, that will end too.
I relish the connection He’s given me to her. She is only two, and I feel already the separation of age between each my 5- and 6-year-old and me. I am discontent in this, and I take it to the God-man, who heals all wounds.
So too, He reminds me that He glues me together, not like a magnet collecting many small pieces at once, but with one person and friend at a time, each creating a beautiful picture of Him in me.