“casting all your anxiety upon Him, because He cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7)
This past weekend we spent some time with family who live on the water. Our whole family loves to visit for various reasons. My favorite place in this world is the beach and so I love going there. The kids love fishing off the dock. They catch and release little fish and love the experience. I’m excited that they are finally at a point where they can do everything themselves. They cut the bait; put it on the hook and fish away. They have even gotten to the point that they can get the caught fish off the hook and return him to his life under the sea. The other day I was sitting out there watching them while I read and prayed. I was actually praying and asking God to give me some devotionals for this week when my son came and asked me for help. He had tangled his line. This was no small tangle and he had tried to undo the mess, but he just couldn’t and came to me for help.
Now, I have to confess I was a smidge irritated. Here I was asking for some divine intervention so I could write a devotional and my son interrupts. I cut him some slack because he didn’t know what I was praying about or even that I was praying. As far as he was concerned, I was just watching them fish. But, I have to be honest when I say that I just didn’t want to be bothered. Well, being a Mom, I looked at his mess and started to access it. I quickly realized this was going to take some time. It was knotted in several places and I had to be careful the hook wouldn’t cut me. And so, carefully I started to unwind the fishing line. I was careful to see where each piece had knotted and wound around another pulling on the twine trying to make it straight again. It took a while and halfway through, my son came to me and made the comment, “I really made a mess of things. I don’t know if you can fix it.” I responded by saying “It’s okay honey. These things happen. I can fix it. Don’t worry.” Then he walked away and busied himself with something else while I worked on the fishing pole.
As this whole event was transpiring, I realized this was the devotional I was praying for. We make such a mess of our lives sometimes. We screw up, a lot. We make mistakes. We become tightly wound and knotted up in our own sin. But when we bring it to God, He doesn’t send us away to fix it ourselves. No, He gently starts to unravel the mess we have made. He doesn’t get tired of working on us because we are His passion. He wants us to be whole. He wants us to be healthy. He wants us to be okay. But He pushes Himself on no one. We have to be the ones to come to Him with the messes we have made so He can fix them. And just like a Mom trying to reassure her son, God reminds us that everything’s going to be okay. He can fix anything. Some messes take longer than others, but they can still be fixed.
I love that God delights in helping us. I love that God takes joy in fixing our messes. It’s not because He’s an arrogant God. It’s because it’s during those times of stress and screw ups that we finally realize we have come to the end of ourselves and we need a Savior. We need a Healer. We need a Provider. God is all of those things and He loves when we come to Him, hearts in hand asking to be fixed. He never does it begrudgingly. He always does it with love and compassion.