Friday, March 29, 2013


"Fix it, Mommy!" he begged, handing me the broken toy.

There would be no fixing. It was demolished. Beyond repair. Couldn't he see that?

"Fix it, please," he said, shoving smashed plastic into my hands. Who does he think I am?

"I can't, bud. It's ruined. I'm sorry." I could see his confidence waning, but he didn't lose faith completely.

"TRY if you can fix it!" he encouraged me.

"Try if you can..." was a phrase of his own invention. He used it often to spur on my efforts. "Try if you can open this for me," "Try if you can reach it," "Try if you can like it."

But trying would be no use. I shook my head, at a total loss. "I can't!"

He had one last hope: "Maybe Daddy can fix it!"

It wasn't a bad idea....Of course he was talking about David, but his faith in his earthly father was just a reflection of a greater, truer truth. If I could teach my boys just one thing about brokenness it would be this: Take it to your heavenly Father. He can fix anything.

How often have I handed him the broken pieces of my own life? He has a knack for fixing things.

Five Minute Friday


  1. Amen! That is the truth! God alone has fixed what has been broken in my life.

    What a great Daddy!

    I'm hopping over from Lisa-Jo's place.

    Have a blessed Easter!

  2. Beautiful word picture. "Try to fix it if you can". Isn't it amazing to know he can fix it even when we can't.

  3. Wonderful thought, Jenn! Your writing often not only encourages me, but your skill also amazes me!

  4. That was a beautiful example, Aunt Jenn. Thanks for sharing it. Love you!

  5. Hi Beth and Kristin! I'm so glad you dropped by.

    Cassy, thank you so much for your words of encouragement!

    Rachel, I love you to bits! Can you guess which cousin this story is about?