Big Dreamer

So, I have this problem. It goes hand in hand with being a fixer but this is a problem. I dream scenarios. You see, I have a 13 year old step-son. As with all teenagers certain things break loose in a different realm and life as we know it is turned upside down till they move out and get married. So, I had these grandiose dreams. He would come in to our house, I would ask him to sit down and I would say something so profound and wonderful that all the hatred stored up in him towards me would melt away, we would be crying and hugging and.....well, you get the idea.
Reality:
Step-son comes home
"Hi" I say
"Hi' He says
"How was your day?"
"Good"
The End.
Well, So much for my grandiose dream.
Maybe next time

Handy Caiti

I am a fixer. I mean, I don't get a fix on things I TRY to fix things! A very good friend pointed it out to me yesterday as I blubbered on about a problem that I, low and behold, couldn't or can't fix. I want to be the hero. I want to have an idea or a brilliant brain fart that cures all my or anyone else's problems. Suffering and grief is something I can't stand to see in anybody so when that happens I go into full out McDonald's drive thru person mode, "How can I help you today?" "How can I fix things to your liking?" Something that hasn't quite permeated my thick head is that I am can not be a fixer.
God doesn't need me or anyone else to accomplish His works. How ridiculous is it to think that He needs ME to "help" Him out? Yes I can be a tool for His work but a lot of times I turn it around and think, "God needs me to do this." HA! Sometimes I think God is watching me and other fixers and He chuckles, shakes His head and thinks, "When you are done messing this up by "fixing" this let me know so I can mop up your mess."
STOP FIXING THINGS CAITI!