I don't know what I'm doing.

But I'm okay with it.

Do we have any Mr. Fix-its out there?

You're reading the writings of one...

Men, our first response is to fix any situation, right?

Sometimes, it's rewarding.

Sometimes, it's just not our job.

From a child, I have always been one to fix things. It came natural. It was the way I was made.

However, this usually means that I break things easily too.

Have you ever been in a position where you just want to fix something for someone so bad?

Maybe a car. Maybe a relationship. Maybe a heart.

Lately, my life has encountered a series of painful uprisings within me.

I have learned more about myself and others, causes and effects, and what fixing it is to look like.

My first thought: "What do I have to do to fix this?"

Think back for a second.

When was the last time your heart broke and you just had to fix something for someone?

What was your initial response?

How did that turn out?

Was it yours to own?

When I see issues like sex trafficking, it burns me to the core and my response is the same: fix it!

When I see the effects of abuse or neglect, my heart yearns to step in for them – to remove the pain – to wrap them tight in my arms and wipe every tear – to replace it with a Love that knows no bounds.

Sometimes, I'm invited in to breathe life into dead bones.

Sometimes, I'm not.

Sometimes, it's just not mine to own.

Don't you hate that?

These issues are NOT OK.

So the question is, where do I fit in?

It's all about letting the Father position us correctly.

Ask Him, "God, do I play a part in this? If so, where do you want me?"

Let me tell you a secret.

God sometimes gracefully invites us into these situations to breathe life into them, but He does not need us. Even better, He wants us!

I have encountered a heart that mends the roots.

I have discovered a Man who wraps tight his children and wipes every tear.

I have found Mr. Fix-it himself and he is not me!

He embraces. He heals. He revives. He gives freely. He is Jesus.

You see, I'm not in control.

And I can honestly say for the first time in my life that I'm okay with that.