BROKEN

What will break next?  I think if one more thing breaks, I will scream!  You are not going to get the whole list of the things that have broken in the last year and a half….  only part of the list. 

A few months back, I took something out of the oven and it was cold.  Yes, I had turned the oven on.  It even said it was at 350 degrees.  I called and they came to check the oven that was residing in a 23 year old gas range.  The diagnosis was quickly made.  As suspected, the oven was not working.  Duh!  As expected, it was going to cost over half the price of a new range to do a repair.  A new range was ordered and would be delivered in approximately three months.  THREE MONTHS!  Thankfully the burners worked.  The range was delivered and I wrote a check.

On a Monday morning, before I had my first cup of coffee, Bill informed me, “The fridge is not working.  Everything is warm and thawed.”  I poured my coffee and took a very large gulp of caffeine.  Everything was thrown out and the repairmen (who know exactly how long it takes to get to our home) arrived.  “The refrigerator that you bought 23 years ago has a blown compressor.  We brought a loaner just in case.”  Out with the old, in with the borrowed, and an order was placed.  You guessed it —- to be delivered in about three months.  I will be writing a check, hopefully, in October.

“Bill are you listening?”  He replied yes but I wasn’t so sure.  I know he has problems hearing, but is it getting worse?  Could it be the hearing aids are no longer working?  Off to find out.  Of course!  Besides, there are new and improved versions….  he picks up his new hearing aids Monday and will hear, “Cash, Check, or Charge?”

Hang in there.  I am almost done.  We were eating lunch and a very old filling was no longer attached to Bill’s tooth.  The dentist will be able to make the proverbial “boat payment.”

I swear, if one more thing breaks, I am going to scream.

“My child you are broken.”

Au contraire.  I hate to disagree with God, but I am not broken..  I am REPAIRED. 

“Mary.  Mary.  I love your sense of humor.”

I am not trying to be funny.  I was broken!  Now I am repaired. 

“Repaired.  I like the sound of that.  My repaired Mary.”

You know the part I like?

“What part do you like?”

That you called me “my Mary.”

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I want you to turn off the TV, put your phone on silent, read the rest of this sentence, and then close your eyes and listen.  Did you hear God call you by name?

Never forget.  God knows your name.  You are His.  And He loves to repair broken souls.