It's glue. Yes, that would be glue all over my youngest child.
Why then is she smiling you'd like to know. To that I'd respond--doesn't it feel good to be stuck on ourselves sometimes? We puff up with pride, pat ourselves on the back and for a lapse of time easily forget where any good thing in our lives comes from.
This picture speaks volumes to me about when I get stuck on myself. Why? Because I was the one who had to extract all the glue. It took time. It took effort. I had to hold wee one still as I washed off every last bit of coagulated icky sticky thread of glue.
Isn't that just what God does with us when we insist on being prideful? It takes him time. It takes him effort. He has to convince us to be still so he can remove all that we've stuck on ourselves.
I'm just so thankful our God cares enough to lovingly remove the glue we've adhered to us, a God who loves us too much to let us stay stuck on ourselves.