I Can't Fix You

My whole life I've carried around people. Often on my back, sometimes they hung over my head, and other times, I've felt like they've been chained to my ankles. Weights that continued to burden me, slow me down, ridden me with guilt and have hindered me. I've never felt like I've done enough. I'm 28 years old. Old enough to know that I can't fix people. And yet here I am 28 years old slowly coming to that realization.

I can't fix you, I can't fix your overbearing mom, your negligent father, your prodigal son or your unfair boss. My whole life I've thought this what I'm called to do: Fix the broken. I can't.

As I hold out each individual I've ministered to in my life, I realize, I can't fix them. I can turn them around, this way and that. I can hold them in the light, analyze, discern, discuss, ask, etc. I can't fix them. Do you realize how big this is for me? This changes everything. I am human - not God.

I don't know how this will all look 10 years from now, or how I will walk this out, but I realize, my mode of operation has been broken, to say the least. Lord help me as I accept my humanity. And help me to accept your Divinity - you are the one who fixes the broken. How can I work alongside of what you're already doing?

"...All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then (heaven) I will know everything completely just as God knows me now." I Corinthians 13:12b