Fix It

My little boy is such a good helper. Since he's still so little whenever I need a pair of male hands I will call over my Dad. Milo, however, loves to help his Pops and always wants to be in the middle of whatever it is I need help with. "Fix it, fix it" he always exclaims as he scrunches up his little face in heavy concentration and hammers away using his plastic spatula. Whenever he's not helping to fix something it is Mama that is his fixer. If something comes apart or he drops it on the floor he loudly shouts "uh oh!!" Then he runs to me, as fast as his little legs will carry him, and cries out "Mama, fix it?" If he drops his fork or needs help with a problem it is the same question "Mama, fix it?" Somewhere along the way he's learned when he needs help or when something is coming undone Mama can always find a way to fix what has fallen apart. I love his childlike innocence that if he will just come to me I can make it better.

When we are walking through times of brokenness what are we turning to to "fix it"? There are so many things we could turn to that are destructive that will numb the pain and others maybe not so destructive in a physical sense but they serve to distract us from the pain. The truth is if we are turning to anything but Jesus we are relying on the wrong thing.

1 Peter 5:7-Cast all of your cares on Him because He cares for you.

He not only "fixes it" He heals it.

Psalm 147:3-He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

So thankful that God uses my son to continually remind me who to run to when things need fixing. He is the only one who can fix what is broken.