TITLE: The Mender of Broken Things
By Pam Frey
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As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He was my friend.
But then instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
With ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How could you be so slow"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go."
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I heard this poem years ago and just recently the Lord brought it to my remembrance. I have been going through one of the most difficult times I can remember. If I look at the circumstances of my life right now it would seem that all hope is lost and nothing can repair the damage done; a marriage broken beyond repair.
It seems that women are the worst at getting in God's way. We want to fix everything. Maybe it's just our nurturing nature. When baby falls and skins their knee, we are right there to fix it. Even when they get old enough to work some things out on their own, we still "try to fix it". And how many women are determined to fix everything "wrong" with their husbands? We really must learn that many times we simply get in God's way trying to help with ways that are our own. I have enough shortcomings myself that if I spent half the time concerned with asking the Lord to fix me, I would realize that God really doesn't need my help with fixing my partners shortcomings or anyone else's for that matter.
When I was a little girl I didn't take my broken toys to my daddy to fix. The only thing to do was hide them, hoping he didn't find out, because who knew what would happen if he did. You just never knew. Maybe he wouldn't get mad at all. But, then maybe he would fly into a rage and someone was going to be the object of his wrath. It usually wasn't me. I was the baby of the family. It was my mother, my sisters, or my brother, who took the brunt of my father's abuse. Don't quit reading here. This is not a gloom and doom message. It has a happy ending.
It's been a real challenge learning about how to relate to my Heavenly Father as a loving Father who doesn't fly into a rage because I blew it. It's taken me quite some time to realize that when I blow it and make a mess of things, I can go to Him and He will sweep me up in His arms and let me know that nothing is too difficult for Him. No matter how broken something looks, He is the mender of broken things; broken lives, broken hearts, broken relationships or whatever it is in your life that is in need of repair.
So many are hurting. So many with broken dreams, broken hearts, visions for their lives they know were God's Word to them that seem to be lying in ashes. Many are confused and not understanding why their life seems to be in a million pieces. I know, I'm one of them. Be encouraged today. Nothing is too difficult for the Lord. Often times we are trying to fix things ourselves. If we will simply take our broken things to God, humble ourselves before Him and lay them at His feet, He is well able to fix whatever we've broken. We must learn to leave them in His hands and quit trying to help with ways that are our own.
His whole purpose in becoming man and dwelling among us was so that He could fix what had been broken. Truly, nothing is too difficult for Him.
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