Can’t fix the things that seem most broken? Me either.
We pray, try to forget or bury, do things, say things, buy things, and worry. And yet the very things we fret over are oh so useful in the hands of The Fixer. No ‘caught off guard’ with God. He needs no ‘plan B’.
Heartaches are not roadblocks they are avenues. Regrets are not dead ends they are detours. Suffering and loss are not accidents, they are maps showing the way. It may take our life times to really get this: “…God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28b NIV)
Our Jesus doesn’t miss one tear we shed, each deep sigh finds strength only in Him. You and me, we’re not perfect; we have and we will mess up. Yet we are perfectly loved and all our messes are not too big for God.
So take it from a ‘fixer’ in rehab: we can’t fix it and He doesn’t want us to. He wants us to release our tight grip and let His strong hands make beauty out of the mess. It is in the letting go we find freedom. Trusting His ability for our ‘I can’t’ and discovering rest. The opposite is true – unless we allow The Fixer to handle the impossible, we will live in fear. And in fear there is only bondage.
This is how we live in freedom – we listen to His declaration of lavish love – we live like we believe it. “How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!” (1John 3:1a NIV) Then the fixing will begin with us and spread like ripples in a pond.
Restoration is ours today. The Fixer knows just what needs to be done.
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