fixer

 This is Jasper’s posture toward me 75% of every waking hour. He usually follows me around hoping to catch my attention, but when I am sitting down he is relentless. I try to read his eyes, I really do. And that’s probably why he comes to me, because sometimes I know what he needs. But most of the time I get irritated because he looks so eager to communicate with me and there is a language barrier. 

Honestly... if I can’t fix it, please stop staring at me. Stop quietly pleading with that high pitched whine. It’s unbearable. My job is to fix things. Problems. Attitudes. Misunderstandings. Broken things. When I can’t fix it or it feels too big for me, it irritates me. Here is a spotlight on my frailty. I am not ok with broken things staying broken. They haunt me when my day turns to quiet. The bathtub. The bathroom faucet. The shower gaps. The kitchen faucet. The peeling caulk. The green stuff on the side of the house. A few dozen other things that raise my blood pressure. 

Jasper, once again, is standing here pointing me to God. The broken things are reminders that I am not in control. I’m not even kind of in control of any of this. I can only do what I can do, and that by the grace of God! 

“And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.”

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭12:9‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬ https://www.bible.com/bible/100/2co.12.9.nasb1995