Broken Necklaces
Avery crawled up into her Daddy's lap, heartbroken and in tears. Her necklace, which I scored as part of a grab back of jewelry, had come apart and needed mending. He silently addressed the situation, figured out what had happened, and decided he needed to get wire to fix it completely. During his examination, Avery was full of questions: "What's wrong, Daddy?" "Aren't you going to fix it?" "I think it's just twisted." "Here, let me try." This final sentence caused me to intervene. "Avery, you gave your necklace to Daddy because you said it was broken. If you want him to fix it, leave him alone so he can see what he needs to do. Don't you trust him?" At that moment, the room seemed to stand still and the Holy Spirit spoke directly to my heart. "Kristen, she's just like you." He was exactly right. I "give stuff over" to God, but then I gradually take it back piece by piece. In m
