Fitz It Daddy

When our son (Shawn) was small, he'd bring his toys 
to me when they broke, saying; "Fitz it daddy, fitz it". 
I was able to 'fitz' everything he brought to me, till the 
day the first Hot Wheels car I had ever bought for him 
broke. I tried to solder it, glue it, I tried to drill out the 
tiny rivets to replace them with others. Nothing would 
'fitz' it. He accepted it, but ' I ' was heartbroken. For 
the first time, I couldn't repair his toy. I recall it was a 
little blue car. I had bought it for him when he was six 
months old, just crawling. He'd 'drive' his little car in a
 tight little arc...his little mouth humming: "Brrrrrrrrrm, 
Brrrrrrrrrm". He was much too young for it, but he just 
had to have it. That's what I told myself when I saw it. 
We watched him like hawks eyeing a rodent for dinner,
trying to insure that he wouldn't hurt himself. He loved 
that little blue car. For three years it was nearly always
the first toy he reached for. Then it broke. 


I felt that I'd let him down. It discouraged me that there
was nothing I could do this time to 'fitz' his toy. I was 
upset that the solder, glue, rivets and screws...nothing, 
would 'fitz' it. I'd learned to repair most everything I had 
ever owned, because I couldn't afford a mechanic. I'd 
rebuilt Cars from the engine to the rear axle since I 
was a teen...had worked in the Automotive industry for 
six years by the time Shawn was born. But, this time I 
couldn't 'fitz' his toy. I felt I'd let him down. 

As I handed it back to him, explaining that this time I 
couldn't 'fitz' it, he surprised me. I expected tears, was 
looking for disappointment. But, I got a lesson instead. 
Shawn took his little broken car and made it the first in 
his "Junk Yard" set. He would load it onto his truck 
with his little fork lift, and 'drive' them over to the "Car 
Crusher" we hastily made. Just 'trying' to "fitz it" was 
enough for him. I was the only one who felt like I failed.
He was happy that I tried, then made the best of the 
situation. 

Shawn had turned his broken toy over to me... He put
his trust in me to "fitz it", then 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. Sometimes He'll "fitz" 
them. There will be times when He won't, at least not 
the way we're expecting. That's when we need to find 
His 'new' direction for us...to discover the 'new' dreams
and wishes he has for our lives.


                  © Steven Green 2003     Back to Inspirations