My husband is a great fixer. He fixes everything that “breaks” in our house. Many times, the things I think are broken or beyond repair, he’s been able to fix. Things I thought were surely doomed for the dumpster, with just some perseverance and patience, were able to be restored to working order. Sometimes it’s things that just need to be fajingled (Is that a word? No. But I think it should be.) They need to be worked with a little. Moved around. Sometimes parts become stuck or there’s an obstacle in the way that needs to be removed.
Because sometimes things aren’t broken. They’re just stuck.
Like friendships that start to fray at the ends. Things change as different seasons of life push and pull.
Like relationships that begin to show cracks in the foundation. Things have become weighty and it has resulted in some fractures.
Like dreams that start to lose their steam. Momentum gives way to arduous work and the grind is tested.
Like faith that begins to crumble. When you realize maybe you’ve bought a cheap version and the real thing requires more leaning in and going deeper than you expected.
Like people that have lost their way.
But, like the many things around my house, they’re not broken. They’re just stuck.
And maybe you just need to find a way to get it unstuck.
Maybe you need to remove the muck that’s gotten in between the parts that used to work so well together.
Maybe you need to just take it apart and put it back together again.
Maybe you need to just try a little harder. Pull more than you push. Give more than you take.
Maybe you need to get someone else involved to help you fajingle it.
But, don’t throw it away just yet. Most things aren’t broken. They’re just stuck.