Sometimes, just when it seems that I don't have anything left to write about, fate (or more probably the Father) puts something in my orbit. A couple of nights ago, I found a movie on television called "Joyful Noise." It looked to be an uplifting movie (it was) and I settled down to watch it.
One of the main characters, a choir mistress, sang a beautiful song, "Fix Me, Jesus." Tears streamed down her face, as they did my own, as she pleaded with the Lord to fix her. I could absolutely relate. I found myself mouthing the words along with her, "Fix me, Jesus."
I can only imagine Him saying, "Where do I start? There's so much to fix!" But I never doubt that He wants to do so.
So, for today, I am grateful for the Lord, the Great Fixer.