Fitz  It  Daddy
                                                   (From February 2002)

When our son was very small, he would bring his broken toys to me 
and say "Fitz it daddy, fitz it". I was able to "fitz" everything he brought 
to me, till the day that he finally broke the first Hot Wheels car I had ever 
bought him. I tried to solder it, I tried to glue it, I tried to drill out the tiny 
rivets, and replace it with others. Nothing would "fitz" it. He accepted it, 
but ' I ' was heartbroken. I couldn't repair his toy. I remember that it was 
a blue 1970 Maverick car. I had bought it for him when he was crawling, 
just 6 months old. He would 'drive' his little Hot Wheels Maverick around
in a tight little arc... his little mouth humming: "Brrrrrrrrrm, Brrrrrrrrrm, 
Brrrrrrrrrm". He was much too young for it, but he just had to have it...
(I convinced myself when I saw it). We watched him like hawks eyeing 
a rodent for dinner, to be sure that he wouldn't harm himself with it. He 
loved that little blue car. It was the first thing he reached for, the next 
three years... till it broke. 

It really upset me that I couldn't repair his little toy. Partly because I'd 
wished that Hot Wheels were available when I was a boy. They weren't 
to be released till 1969. I had learned to repair everything I ever owned, 
just because I couldn't afford a mechanic. I'd rebuilt Cars from the engine 
to the rear axle since I was 15... had worked in the Automotive industry 
6 years by the time Shawn was born. I couldn't "fitz" his toy. I hadn't yet 
learned that pot metal can't be soldered or welded, without special 
equipment, and the glues of the day just wouldn't work. 

We men just seem to have a mechanic's attitude, we want to fix the 
things that are broken. Many of us even have to tear things apart, just 
to see how they work. I'm one of those men. So, it's hard for us to know 
what to do, when someone around us is hurting... to know when we 
should just reach out and hold a hand, give a hug.... We want to fix the 
problem, and many of us just can't accept i when we can't. I'm the kind 
of guy who will lie awake nights, wondering if I overlooked something I 
could have done. I'm beginning to learn that a heartfelt hug... or simply 
taking a hand in both of mine... is the most help often. I can't "fitz it" for 
everyone anyway. Just showing that I really care and want to... is more 
help than I know. 

Shawn took his little broken car and made it the first in his "Junk Yard"
set. He would load it onto his Trucks with his little Fork Lift, and 'drive' 
them over to the "Car Crusher" we made. Just my 'trying' to "fitz it" was 
enough for him. I was the only one who let the disappointment hang
around. Shawn had turned his broken toy over to me... He trusted me to 
"fitz it", and accepted it when I said I couldn't. That's just what we all 
need to learn to do with God. We need to turn our broken hearts, bodies,
pains and dreams over to Him... and sometimes He'll "fitz" them. There 
will be times when He won't. That's when we need to learn to find His 
'new' direction for us... discover the 'new' dreams and wishes He has for 
our lives. 

Father, we come to You with our broken bodies, hearts, dreams and our 
pains. We trust You to "fitz" them. When You choose another way for us,
help us to see it. We come to you with thanksgiving for all the blessings 
You have already given to us. We thank You for Jesus, and the love so 
strong that saves us. Bless us richly Father, Enlarge our territory, so 
that we can help to fill Your kingdom. In Jesus' name....                    Amen. 

And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in 
Christ Jesus.                                                                                 Philippians 4:19
                                                                                                      

Steve                                           _________________

 

 
 

© Steven Green 2002

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