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Three-year-olds are funny little creatures. Constantly thinking and evaluating their surroundings and applying preschool logic to everything.

My son entertains me daily with this.

While driving home from preschool today, he yelled, “Oh no Mommy, that tree got broken.”

Several dead and brittle trees near our house had fallen over during a storm near our house.

“Wow, sweetie you’re right. The storm knocked them over.”

Mulling things over a bit his eyes widened and he exclaimed, “Mommy we need to get some glue and go fix them.”

I giggled a little to myself and said, “Well, it would take a whole lot of glue to fix those trees. I don’t think we have enough.”

More pondering in the 3-year-old mind ensued while tugging on his shoes. Then he looked outside and saw some other trees. “Mommy, mommy look. Those trees aren’t broken.”

“You’re right. Those are strong trees and they didn’t break in the storm.”

Silence.

“Mommy, someone poured glue all over those trees and made them really strong so they wouldn’t break.”

I smiled at him in the rear-view mirror and agreed.

I mean . . . who’s going to argue with a 3-year-old?

His little comment about glue got me thinking though. Glue is used to put things back together, to stick new things together, and even to make things stronger. That is basically what you do in papier-mâché; you add a glue mixture to paper to make it harden so it can hold its shape.

What is the glue that makes me stronger; the stuff that helps me hold my shape?

Sure good nutrition and working out are great for my exterior, but they don’t do much for my insides. And those trees snapped because they were weak in the middle.

I don’t want to be weak in the middle.

I don’t want to break easily.

To do that, though, I need more than the Paleo Diet and Jillian Michaels. I need to be covered in glue.

No . . . not the preschool variety of white goopy Elmer’s Glue stuff.

The only thing that is going to help me stand through the storm is godly strength. Like working out and eating healthy, it is something I have to seek daily. If I stop working out, my muscles will atrophy and I will weaken. If I stop eating healthy, I could potentially have heart issues.

When I don’t spend time with God and His word daily, I weaken and if I go too long I will have heart issues. Not the kind of heart issues that end up in the emergency room of a hospital, but rather the kind that end in thinking, feeling, or doing something that further weakens me. Bottom line . . . there is no way that I can stand through the storm of temptation that the world throws at me unless I am daily strengthened by Him.

I know . . . I know. Life is busy. Life is demanding. Life doesn’t leave much time for other stuff – God stuff.

As a mother, wife, writer, public relations consultant, volunteer, painter, and so much more, every moment of my day is full – busy. In the midst of all this, God is teaching me to prioritize and make more time for Him.

Some days that means I read the Bible on my phone while the boys watch Little Einsteins and the Instrument Dinosaurs or I take a 10 minute break in the middle of the day just to pray and worship. And as the old saying goes, “I have plenty of time to do the things I really want to do.”

And today . . . I’d rather reflect on God’s word than fold that load of laundry beeping at me. Thankfully, it will wait.

Right now . . . I need to make sure I am covered in glue.