If She Cannot Fix It, It’s Not Broken (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 05 2025	Views/Reads: 0/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Everything God fixes in my life reveals His amazing grace.

Life has its many ups and downs. There are some weeks when there are
more downs than ups. But if I didn't have a down, I probably wouldn't 
appreciate an up. 

This past week was one of those down weeks. One day, we lost our
electricity for maybe six hours, my printer died on me and some scammer 
tried to get money out of me by telling me my daughter was in jail and 
needed bail money. 

I'm not sure if it can get any worse, but I'm going to keep my eyes
open. Fortunately, the electricity came back, and the scammer, well, 
let's say he didn't get my money. 

The printer was the worst thing that happened. I've had my printer for
about six years, and I use it just about every day. I never anticipated 
that it would just completely die on me one day. But, it did. 

I ordered a new printer, and it came on Thursday. My whole day was
committed to that printer. It was a new printer with all of the latest 
upgraded gadgets. Personally, I don't like new things with all the 
confusing gadgets they have. However, I needed to get a new printer, 
and so I did. 

I set up the printer with Wi-Fi, and it worked very well. The next step
was to connect it with my computer. The printer isn't worth anything 
unless it's connected to my computer, so I can print out the work I'm 
doing. At the time, I thought the worst job would be to set up the 
Wi-Fi for the printer. I was in for a surprise. 

For several hours, I worked trying to connect my printer to my computer.
I went through everything I could possibly think of to connect the two. 
If I can't connect the printer to my computer, what good is it really? 

After several hours of unproductive work, I was at the point of giving
up. 

Just then, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came into my office
and asked how my printer was working. 

“Well,” I stammered, “I can't connect it to my computer. I've tried all
morning and it's not working at all. I don't know what to do.” 

She looked at me and said something I wasn't really expecting to hear,
“Let me see, maybe I can fix it for you.” 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has many identities, and one of
them is Miss-Fixer-Upper. Everybody knows that there is not a problem 
she cannot fix. 

I recall about five years ago, the bumper on my truck was loose, and I
couldn't fix it. I was about to take it to the garage and have the 
mechanic fix it. I really didn't want to spend a couple hundred dollars 
but I didn't have much of a choice. 

As I was pondering this, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came out
and said, “What's the problem?” 

So I explained my problem to her and told her I was about to take it to
the garage. 

She said, “Let me look at it and see if I can help.” 

She looked at it for a few moments and then said, “I believe I can fix
this, let me go and get something from my craft room.” 

In a few minutes, she came out with a large paper clip and put it under
the bumper, hooking it to the truck. Then she said, “There, I fixed it 
so you don't have to take it to the garage.” That was five years ago, 
and the paperclip is still working. 

I did not think she could fix anything with my printer. But, being the
veteran husband that I am, I allowed her to at least look at it. She 
sat down at my computer, and I walked out to the kitchen to get a cup 
of coffee, knowing that there was no way she could fix it. 



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