Take it to Daddy

 

Psalm 147:3

He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

 

When our girls were little, there were many times that something precious was broken. And it wasn’t always the girls who were doing the breaking. I had my fair share of mishaps and clumsiness.

Sometimes it was an appliance, sometimes a ceramic dish, sometimes a toy, or maybe a tangled necklace tied in knots or a dolls arm that had become detached from its body due to a selfish squabble.

Whatever the item was, when I had tried my best to mend the brokenness, more often than not, my next step (after possibly tossing it to the ground in frustration), was to tell the girls to ‘take it to Daddy’.

After I had struggled with trying to piece the broken item back together or fought with a tiny spring that wouldn’t stay in its rightful place, dropping miniscule screws into the carpet, never to be seen again, or sent myself cross-eyed trying to untangle a knot, I would surrender my broken mess to the one who could fix it. The one who always seemed to be able to fix anything. Daddy.

The girls, knowing my lack of expertise and patience in this area, would often bypass me and take it straight to Daddy, with their adorable little ‘Bambi’ eyes, they’d look him in the face, holding their precious item up in surrender and ask him to fix it, as only a Daddy can.

And, with more patience than I could muster up in a lifetime, he’d take out his tools, or his bottle of super glue and with steady hands, and a heart full of love for the little one standing by with anticipation in their eyes, the piece would be mended, and all would be well once again. Sometimes it would leave a little scar, a little cracked line, patched up with glue, or maybe it wouldn’t do everything it once could, but the broken thing was mended, and it was useable once more.

It was always better if we took the broken thing to him before attempting to fix it ourselves. Often when we tried on our own, we would make it more difficult for him to mend because of the damage we had done in trying to fix it.

Take it to Daddy.

How often do we take things to our heavenly Father? Did you know we have a loving Father who will heal our wounds and mend our broken hearts? How often do we struggle to fix things in our own strength, leaving it more broken than before?

When we have something that is broken, we can bring it to our Father, and he will pull out the necessary tools in order to mend the brokenness. He knows just what is needed and we can take it to him and know that he will tenderly heal our wounds, pour in his precious oil, wrap us up so gently and make us useable again.

Psalm 147:3

He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

In this verse in Psalms, the Hebrew word for healeth is rapa, which basically means to mend by stitching.

When my girls were small, I did a lot of mending. A teddy bears arm, a tear in a dress, a button that needed replacing, new elastic in a skirt and so on.

I had to mend the brokenness by stitching. And you know what you need to do to mend something by stitching? You need to bring it close to you. You have to view it up close. Often you need to place it in your lap as you carefully stitch through the fabric, in and out, in and out until the hole is closed up and almost unseen.

I love that the Lord uses this word rapa in this verse about healing our broken hearts. It means that he needs to draw us close. He needs to bring us to himself, gently take us in his arms and mend our brokenness.

Psalm 34:18 - The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.

We read of his closeness once again in this verse. The Lord is nigh. He is near. He is close by. He doesn’t keep us at arm’s length. He draws us in close.

When you have a problem you can’t fix, just surrender and take it to Daddy. Bring your cares to your Heavenly Father. Don’t be afraid to give it to him. He can mend the unmendable. Heal the unhealable. Fix the unfixable.

Don’t struggle in trying to fix it on your own. As soon as it’s broken, take it to him. Cry out in prayer. Lift your eyes to him. Make him your first port of call, not your last resort.

1 Peter 5:7 Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

Whether it’s a broken heart, a sorrowful soul, an anxious mind, a bitter and angry thought, a grief-stricken season of life, a confused and uncertain time, anything at all, bring it to him.

Nothing is too big, and nothing is too small for God to heal and mend. Bring it all and bring it broken.

He is there with arms wide open, waiting for you to surrender to him.

 

Bring it broken, bring it used
Bring it shattered, bring it bruised
He is here, He is hope
And the healing hands of Heaven are open
They are open
Bring it broken