The Father Fixes All Things

July 26, 2019

 

 

 

A few years have passed since I was that little 4-year old girl with sad brown eyes. Back then, I believed you could do anything. You were more than just my Daddy; you were my hero. I knew as long as I had you, there was nothing to fear. That’s why I expected you to fix my “Queenie,” my very best friend.

You and Uncle Spud tried to explain that she was very sick, but I refused to believe that you could not make her well. Finally, you relented and made her a bed in the carport and promised me if she made it through the night you would get her help. All night you kept checking on her. When the sun rose the next morning, you found her still alive.

True to your word, you and Uncle Spud set out for Conway in search of something to help her. You were still uncertain of your efforts and whether, my sweet dog, “Queenie” would live. Yet, you were willing to try. You never stopped doctoring and tending to her. Even when others told you your efforts were in vain, you never gave up. A few weeks later, she and I were running and playing in the back yard again.

I do not recall every detail of that time, but I still cherish the memory and message you planted in my heart.

~The FATHER can fix all things.~

As I grew into a teenager and a young woman, there were many things you could not fix for me. Oh, you wanted desperately to right all the wrongs, and I believe you would have if it had been possible. However, in those moments when you could not heal my brokenness, you carried me to the one who could—The Father.

Even in your last days, when you knew your time on earth was coming to an end, and you were going to leave me behind, you continued to preach this message to me.

“This is going to be hard on you, Renee. Promise me that you will not let go of His hand. Promise me you will run to Him and not away this time. You’ve got to lean on Jesus, Baby. His grace is sufficient, and He will carry you through this. Remember, the Father can fix all things.”

I must admit that my Daddy was right, yet again. His grace is enough. When this thing we call “living” spins me out of control, tossing me here and there, I run to the Father, because, the Father does fix all things. He makes the impossible, possible.

My dear friend, I do not know your struggle or what you are going through, but this I know—run to the Father—HE fixes all things.

“I will cry out to God Most High, To God who performs all things for me.” (Psalm 57:2, NKJV)

“If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes.” (Mark 9:23, NKJV)

“My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” (2 Corinthians 12:9, NKJV)

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