Broken

I am a fixer.  I come in to clean up others messes and put Humpty back together again.  I have been a fixer all my life.  In early childhood, I could fix with my tears or my antics.  As an adolscent I fixed by listening and loving.  Now I fix by sticking to the facts. I cut to the chase.  If it can't be fixed I freak out.  I make lists, I establish timelines, I fix things!

Today when my sweet husband pointed out that he was just about sick of being fixed and managed and listed, I had to admit that is me.  I acknowledge I am a fixer.  It is how I control my world.  If you dont like the way I fix you then don't get broken.  But that is what we are.  All of us...broken, scarred, flawed and not one of us perfect!  So how does a fixer function in a broken world?  Grace.

Unmerited favor.  Grace. Given and received...it is the potion.  The elixir of healing.  I cannot fix you.  I cannot fix world hunger or even the scratch in my car.  But I can offer grace to each broken situation. I can see that others are just as scared, traumatized and worried as I and I can extend grace.  In the moment when I most want to hand you a self help plan with milestones and checkpoints toward unbrokeness I can instead lay in your hands a packet of magic grace potion.  In that moment, I can allow you to be what you are and can give the power of healing back to the healer.

So Humpty fell, Humpty broke. none of the kings men could fix him...but the King himself...the healer...the one we call when we offer up packets of magic grace elixir...He can put us back together!  He can bind wounds, heal hearts, set us free.  He can and He will and most definitely He wants to! But magic grace packets have to be offered and have to be accepted.  Unmerited favor only works if you accept it!