Fix It

I am a fixer by nature.  I have spent the last 12 years working as a physical therapist.  My job is to try to help my patients regain as much function as possible after surgery, after  injury, or from deficits due to a chronic condition. My job is to help "fix it".  

And then I became a mom.  Talk about a chance to be a fixer. I kiss booboo's. I fix dinner.  I fix hair.  I fix broken toys. To my kids I can fix most anything (they get really frustrated when I cannot).

Then I became a foster mom.  I can help fix some stuff, but I cannot fix the big stuff.  I cannot make home safe.  I cannot go back in time and fix what happened that lead to a cycle of abusive and neglectful behavior. I cannot take away the pain.  I cannot  fix it.  Lately I have had to come to terms with my limitations in "fixing" things.  I've had to face my own pride in being a good "fixer".  Only God can restore broken hearts and lives.  I have to trust Him.