This weekend, J and I looked forward to some time alone. I woke up excited about the time we'd spend together. The first stop by my request was to see where he grew up and went to school. There's just something about listening to people as they reminisce. I thought that the day was getting off to a good start when suddenly, huge clouds of white poured out of the hood of my car. Thankfully, we were right by the driveway of a strip mall and pulled in enough time to open the hood as the steam (looked like smoke to me) poured out. Long story short, 3 hours later and the car was towed back the house. After determining that it was more than likely the thermostat, J installed it the next day. Excited, I tried to start the car and it wouldn't start. I wanted to cry. We waited and waited and jumped it to no avail. By then, I was on every "auto" mechanics troubleshooting website, trying to figure out what was wrong with it.
I proudly announced, "It's the alternator. It got a little wet once the radiator was flushed."Wrong. Took the battery out, got that checked and it was "the battery". J put the battery in and then gave me the honors once more of starting it up. It didn't start. By then, I was in tears. Not only were we out of money trying to fix it but it was still broken.
Next stop...spark plugs....I'm not sure if that will fix it or not but it's taught me a huge lesson in a major way: I am way too determined to fix what's broken. In fact, I didn't realize the pressure I've put on myself all these years. I have taken on this role of "Mrs. Fix-It" for so long that I can't rest easy until I've succeeded.
This sets me up for failure. I can't fix broken hearts or burnt toast or spilled coffee. I can't even fix a bad hair cut or a bad photo. But I want to make it all better. I want to make it better than new.
But He can.
That's where I need to hand him all that's broken and say, "Can you fix this, please?"
How do you handle broken things? Do you take it to someone to fix it?