Friday, March 13, 2009

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!

1 comment:

Kathy Robson said...

This is the hardest lesson we always forget, isn't it? Hang on to this truth while you are in the spiritual battle with Elijah. Many are praying for your family. God is good, and He will complete the work.