Mr. Fix It

Submitted by Wings of Eternity on Thu, 04/23/2015 - 14:39

A few years ago, I had a radical meeting with Jesus which ended in a marriage proposal. It was achingly beautiful, and wholly moving. I could not resist the tug on my heart or the meaning of His words whispered into the depths of my spirit. "Be my bride my beloved, I will love you no matter what." I said yes of course, tears flowing down my face. I was in complete disbelief, but from the deepest part of my soul, I wanted what He offered. The next day I woke up, looked down at my ring, and realized wow, that really happened! Now I’m married! Before you ask, yes, Jesus had one of my rings in mind for His wedding ring. I wore it on my middle finger because that was the only finger it fit perfectly on when I ordered it. Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, I moved the ring to my left ring finger after I agreed to be Jesus’ bride and it fit perfectly. The second I put it on, I have not been able to fit it comfortably back on my middle finger. Its place is where it belongs.

Since that day, I talk to Jesus like He is my Husband. He is after all! I love to spend time with Him and through my ups and downs, I know I can always call on Him. We may not have had a wedding in the tradition sense, but I feel completely married and loving it. Being in a love-relationship with Jesus is beyond words. Think of the most perfect husband and how much he would love you and realize that it is infinitely better than that. That is how our relationship is. It is so beautifully pure. I jokingly tell people that Jesus has ruined me for an earthly husband because of the overwhelming love He has shown me all of the time. That love has become especially powerful and potent since I have chosen to become His bride. Someday I know I will meet my earthly husband, but until then I am being wooed and loved by the best Guy who could ever enter into my life.

In being “married”, I do consider Jesus my go-to person, and I always will, for any problems that I have. Big or small, tough or easy, I call on my Husband to “fix” things for me. I’ve just begun to realize that Jesus is the ultimate Mr. Fix-It. He really is the perfect Husband. No matter what the request, He listens with interest and sets about answering my prayer or request in ways that usually surprise me immensely. I secretly think He likes to spice up the relationship by outdoing my expectations or answering my prayers in ways I would have never dreamed before. He loves to show me His creativity as a way to try to make me see just how much he really loves me. Whether it is a broken relationship or a broken sink, Jesus always has some sort of plan to fix things. Sometimes His ways seem strange or His “fix” is not what I had hoped for. That broken relationship may never be repaired, but He fixes my heart by tenderly healing it. That broken sink may not miraculously start working right without intervention, but He may send the right person to fix it properly and promptly. What is never boring is how He chooses to intervene. What never changes is how much He looks after me in His infinite love for me.

I want to share a few precious moments with you that Jesus “fixed” things in my life. These moments actually encompassed an entire evening. I call it affectionately the Night of Miracles. I have experienced God in so many wonderful and different ways in my life so far, but this night was incredibly unique for many reasons. The main problem of that night was my health. I have had re-occurring ovarian cysts that are extremely painful, especially if they rupture. If and when they do rupture, I am completely incapacitated. This particular day, I was experiencing a lot of pain that continued to worsen as the day progressed. Finally, I was to the point where I would not be able to do hardly anything on my own. I had to leave college early and have a friend drive me home. The pain got even more severe until I began to have the excruciatingly sharp pains that told me a cyst had ruptured. By this time I was flat on my back in bed, curled into the fetal position desperately wanting to pain to go away. As this was happening, I felt God tug at my Spirit. He reminded me of a promise I had given to Him.

A few weeks earlier, I had begun to pray for a friend for deliverance. God instructed me to pray every day for this friend. Persistent prayer was important, and I agreed to His request. It was that request that He was reminding me of. I know you may be thinking that such a thing is cruel to put upon someone in my condition, but my heart ached for my friend and I too wanted to see that friend delivered from their bondage, just as much as God did. Through the waves of pain I began to pray. It took me three times as long to pray, but I eventually said what I needed to say.

Afterwards, I began to think about all of the things that I would not be able to complete on time or miss concerning my college schoolwork. I had missed part of a class, which presented information that I would need to know for an upcoming test, and for another class I had a project presentation due the next day that I had not finished. I prayed because I knew that I would never be able to take care of what I needed to do. I really needed my Husband to help me.

I find God loves when we surrender to Him things that we can’t do on our own because that opens the door for Him to do what He wants to do anyway. Shortly after I prayed, I loaded up my laptop beside me on my bed. I was going to email my teacher and see if I could possibly go over with him the key points I had missed. Within minutes I got a reply from him telling me that not only would he go over the key points, but he would go over the entire lecture with me as soon as I felt better! This was my first miracle because as some in college may know, teachers do not usually go over missed lecture material. If a student missed it for whatever reason, they were expected to talk to someone in the class that was there to find out what was missed. This particular teacher had even told our class at the beginning of the year that he would never go over an entire lecture if someone missed the material. I knew God had moved his heart. I was very grateful for that outcome!

After I received that email, I put my laptop away and prayed some more about my other class. I resigned myself that I would have to struggle to sit up the next morning and complete my presentation as well as give it that evening. I prayed for God to give me the strength to do it because this presentation was worth a quarter of my overall grade in the course. My Husband had other plans. It was later that evening, almost midnight when a friend of mine called me. He apologized for bothering me, especially because he was one of the few who knew what condition I was in, but he wanted to know if I had looked at my email recently. I told him that I hadn’t recently, but I had checked it earlier. He proceeded to tell me that he had gotten an email from our teacher, the one that we had to do the presentation for, a few minutes ago. The email stated that our presentations would not be due the next day because we had to begin working on another project sponsored by the school with its own deadline. Our presentation was postponed for another couple weeks. I was shocked. I shouldn’t have been, but I was. I thanked my friend for letting me know because he knew I was worried about the project, and then immediately began to thank God for His sovereign hand in it. There was no possible way in my mind that anything that evening was of coincidence. My Husband was doing what he does best: fixing problems and taking complete care of me. It was my second miracle of the night.

As I laid there feeling a lot better that my schoolwork was under control, my parents came in to inform me that a bad storm was almost upon us. They wanted me to know in case that I had to move out of my room if it got too bad. My room is at the end of the house surrounded by multiple trees. It was always a concern for us that during a bad storm a tree could come down on my bedroom. While it was not likely because the trees were strong and healthy, my family would insist anytime it got really windy or stormed badly, I moved out of my room to the couch or someplace else deemed safer. Ultimately it was always my decision though. I was in too much pain to want to move anywhere and I didn’t think I could bear to sleep on the couch in my condition. My bed was way more comfortable. So I began to pray again, that I would be protected. Not only that, but I prayed that God would give me reassurance that I was being protected. I needed the peace of mind at that moment in order to try to sleep.

Just a short time later the storm hit with full fury. The wind was some of the worst of the season. It howled past my house, and I laid there praying for God’s protection specifically from the trees surrounding my room. During a particularly strong gust of wind, I leaned over and pried back my curtains for a quick look. My neighbors’ trees were whipping around wildly and bending over quite far in the strong wind. I looked out of my room’s other window and saw the same thing. I waited for a few seconds because the trees outside of my room were perfectly still. I assumed the gust had not reached my house yet. However as the seconds drew out, I saw my neighbors’ trees still flailing around wildly, but no movement at all from the trees surrounding my room. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I checked the other trees around my room and sure enough, every single one of them was stock still. During the storm they never moved. It was during that time that I truly felt and saw what God’s protection was like. It made me fall in love all over again with Him seeing His expression of love and protection for me. He “fixed” the trees in place. That was my third miracle that night, but not the last one.

After seeing that God was protecting me from the storm, I settled in to try to sleep, but I was in too much pain to sleep. Again, I cried out in prayer. I didn’t ask for healing or for Him to take away my pain entirely. I simply asked that He would lessen my pain enough that I could sleep. I knew if I fell asleep that I would not feel any pain anyway. Immediately after I prayed, I felt a hand on my neck. I opened my eyes to see who put their hand there, but there was no one physically there. The hand was large and cool, putting gentle pressure on the side of my neck. As soon as I felt the touch, my pain immediately lessened, and I became incredibly sleepy. Within seconds I fell asleep completely content that Jesus had everything under control. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was thanking Him for His love and protection. He “fixed” my dilemma by supernaturally making it so that I could go to sleep. It was the fourth miracle that night.

The Night of Miracles was one I won’t ever forget because it showed me just how much Jesus cared for me and was looking out for me. I wanted to share these experiences because I wanted to reassure others that God really does care about us and love us in such a profound way. Also, so many people, including me at one time, believe that God does not work miracles in everyday believers’ lives. You don’t have to be some superstar Christian to receive his love and protection. In fact, the Bible says His power meets us and is drawn to our weaknesses. What a mighty and great promise for those of us who believe in Him!

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I wrote this a few years ago, but I recently edited it to post here. There are so many stories in my life of God's goodness and mercy that I knew I just had to share some with you all!


This was very interesting. Especially near the end there--that was so neat, that you saw God so plainly in your life like that. Beautiful! I hope everyone is fortunate enough to have these moments. I know there's been a few in my life, but as tends to happen, when I try to draw them from memory I can't think of them! Ugh! haha!

Your writing is very nice and lulling. This almost felt like a piece of fiction, which I really liked. My favorite essays to read are the ones that feel human and lifelike enough that you could be reading them in a book. :) If that makes sense!

Nice job! Thank you for sharing this!

I am so glad you liked it! Yes, I have been very blessed in my life! I wrote this story during one of my darker days a few years back when it felt like everything in my life was a complete wreck. I remembered in Psalms how David turned to remembering God's goodness during his most desperate times. This story was a reminder to remember all of the good things God has done in my life, and be reminded in life's storms that "this too shall pass". Every time I was having a really bad day or week, I would pull this story out and re-read it to remind me how God has everything under control and how He loves me so much! I wanted to share this story so that it might help others to believe in the goodness and greatness of God despite difficult circumstances.

Thank you for the comment about the story reading like a piece of fiction! That is exactly what I was going for. In fact when I was re-editing it to post here, I kept thinking that it didn't sound like an essay at all. I consider that a good thing. I completely know what you mean. Some essays are just so dry, impersonal, and boring. It is sad. I do not see that on here (thank goodness!), but my did I have my fair share of reading them in college!

Thanks again and God Bless!

"Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity." 1 Timothy 4:12

Wings of Eternity, this can be so encouraging for those who read the miracles in the Bible, yet struggle because, "Where are the miracles today?" Thank you so much for writing and posting this. It is a blessing to read about your close relationship with Jesus, and your faith in Him in your sickness and stress!

It was very pleasant to read - with your paragraphs flowing together because you structured the paragraphs so well.

Just some minor grammar mistakes (I'm copying it here, and putting in corrections with brackets):
I could not resist the tug on my heart or the meaning of His words whispered into the depths of my [I would say un-capitalize the 's' this is not referencing to the Holy Spirit, but your's.] Spirit, [This is a run-on sentence. Omit comma, and perhaps put Jesus' words in apostrophes:] "Be my bride my beloved, I will love you no matter what."

The next sentence is also a run-on. Perhaps you could change it to:
Of course, I said yes. As tears flowed down my cheeks, I was completely in disbelief. . . The next day I woke up, looked down at my ring and realized, "Wow [insert comma after interjections (words that express emotion)] that really happened and now I’m married."

"But I wanted what He offered deep within my very soul." I think this is ambiguous - it can be read two ways. I could either take it that you mean that Jesus said something deep into your soul, OR that you wanted his offer SO MUCH from the very deepest of your soul.
Two suggestions: "From the deepest part of my soul, I wanted what He offered." or if you meant otherwise, "But I wanted the offer he placed deep into my soul." - I don't think you meant it that way. Because then you get into problems. Such as, how deep can Jesus place something in your soul? Doesn't make sense. It's more like, Jesus touched you very deeply. Do I make any sense?

It would be lovely for you to post more essays and stories of God's work in your life! Also, I noticed how you've edited in detail other's work. I really admire your encouraging spirit!

And I'll introduce myself - I'm Megan, a high-schooler, and have been loving writing since I was 11. Also, I've been a member of this site for three years. Looking forward to your future posts! Blessings! :)

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thank you so much Lucy Anne! I will set about correcting those mistakes soon :) I am grateful to you for pointing them out! Sometimes all you need is someone else to read your work to catch your mistakes :) I am also glad you pointed them out so that others can be encouraged as well! I am a two time college graduate, who has had stories published in my college's literary journal. However, here I am with mistakes in my writing even though I edited this five times! So all of you out there who may be discouraged about your writing, take note of that ;)

Yes, your comments do make perfect sense to me. Thank you :)

I am glad also that you mentioned you would like to hear more about what God has done for me! There is nothing that I love more than to tell about His goodness! I have been considering writing another essay, so this is definitely an encouragement!

Thank you also for your comment about my editing :) I really enjoy helping others with their writing, amongst other things. I tutored extensively in college in many different subjects, as well as ran study groups. I am very blessed by God to have a gift for teaching/tutoring. I know I cannot do it without His help. I specialized in tutoring students with learning disabilities, and those who were completely lost and failing their courses. He always helped me identify within minutes what a student's learning style was, and what exactly would best work for teaching them. I considered tutoring my true calling in college and would quickly complete my work so that I had more time to tutor others.

I too feel that God has given me a spirit of encouragement as one of my spiritual gifts. He is so great!

It's also nice for the introduction :) Hello Megan! *waves enthusiastically* I look forward to reading more of your work as well! Blessings to you!

"Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity." 1 Timothy 4:12

Thank you so much for the reminder of what faith and love can do in a person's life. I sent a prayer over for your continued healing, too. :) Besides the content, this was really well-written, in a way that had me keep going to the next paragraph to see what was going to happen. You kept the suspense in a gentle and non-gaudy way.

Wow thanks Sarah! I am very glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for the prayers too! I sure can use them! Incidentally, I have been on here a lot the past few days because I am in bed with the same problem: another ovarian cyst. It was a great reminder for me in posting this how good God is! He has been helping me through this one too.

I am glad that you liked the paragraph structure and flow! I sometimes have a problem with that. I did want the story to be somewhat suspenseful, but more encouraging than anything else. I am glad God helped me to accomplish that with this story!

If I get a chance soon, I will try to write something else to post about other things God has done in my life. I'd like maybe to show in the next story that sometimes God doesn't answer our prayers in the way we want/anticipate. I am tossing around a few ideas ;)

Blessings to you!

"Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity." 1 Timothy 4:12

Thanks for sharing about how you're tutoring failing students in college - that is really beautiful. Did you major/minor in writing, or education?
I am praying for your healing, and I hope you are feeling better today.
And please write more essays like this!

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thanks a bunch for the prayers! I am on the mend now since the cyst ruptured last night. Thank God that it was not as bad as some of my other ones!

Thank you for the sweet comment on my tutoring :) It is such a passion for me! Surprisingly, I didn't study either writing or education. I sometimes wish I would have since I am passionate about both. I had many people discourage me about going into those fields. I was told often I would never make it as a writer or find a job as a teacher. I felt that was not true at all, because they forgot Who determined the course of my life :)

I ended up getting a degree in Computer Science with a specialty in 3D graphic arts. It is rather funny because I cannot find work in this field and I am instead turning to other venues that I feel God is calling me to. I do not regret my degree however, because I know for certain God put me right where I was supposed to be, down to the exact classes I was supposed to take each semester. Everything just fell beautifully into place. I felt more that it was the lives I got to touch, rather than the degree that were the most important things I accomplished in college.

I did write another essay, but it is waaay different than this one. I am still planning on eventually writing another one like this, but when I sat down the other day to write one just like this, another essay came out of me instead. Since I have felt so bad, and can't think straight at all, I know it must be God-inspired. It is in an entirely different style than I am used to writing. I'm hoping it will be seen as uplifting, but in a more challenging way. I also am considering making it a three part series, but we'll have to see :)

Speaking of which, I know there has been a lot of debate lately on posting limits. I am told comments are unlimited, but does anyone know what was decided on for posting limits? Is it still 2 or are we down to 1? I have been waiting a week since my previous post to post something, but it would be nice to know if I can post 2 things a week still.

Thanks again Megan and Blessings to you!

"Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity." 1 Timothy 4:12

I just requested for more essays - not necessarily the same style, of course, just about your journey with God. Three part series sounds great!
I believe posts are still 2. To my interpretation, James corrected our misunderstanding that it was unlimited, and he has not told us he would lower it to 1 post per week yet. Unless I missed something.
Blessings on your week!
PS I think you picked good majors. :)

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson