I was out at coffee this morning with a friend studying for a test on I Samuel when I heard some words that I spoke loud and clear. As I spoke the words "fix it" the picture above was pulled up in my brain bites. I have looked at this picture repeatedly admiring the smimplicity of the picture, admiring the little children dressed in what would be considered today... their finery.
I thought of the little girl and boy bringing their broken hoop to daddy and asking him to "fix it". I have learned a long time ago to go straight to my Daddy in heaven with my broken things and ask Him to "fix it". And 100 percent of the time He tells me not to worry, if only I believe in Him and trust Him. It must needs be so!
For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it. Rom 8:24-25
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Hi thanks for stopping by to visit me. I just loved reading through your posts! You mentioned later on embroidering a tea set? If you do, be sure to show it when you are done. I bet it will be lovely. Blessings, Kathleen
Oh, what a beautiful post....I love the image you used with it.
I know that I used to run to Daddy to "fix it;" I just knew he would take care of everything! Even as an adult, if there was something to be fixed, he would help- even a heartache could be soothed with a few wise words.
He has been gone for 14 years, and I still miss him. But I know that the Heavenly Father is ever faithful, and I can run to Him when I am "broken."
Thank you for this post, and a much needed reminder...so glad that I dropped by this morning!
I hope you have a beautiful week-
Blessings,
Pam
Oh Pam,
You made me cry! I understand completely. My dad was a carpenter and he fixed everything for me toys and my tears until he died when I was only 10. Then I cried out to my heavenly Father that I had just met and He eased the heartache and filled the void in my heart. Then He gave me another daddy here on earth who only died a few years ago and I miss him dearly too! I'll be 47 this year, but there are times the hurt is still fresh and yet as you said I can and do run to my Heavenly Father when I am "broken". Our God is good ALL the time!
Blessings in Jesus!
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