Fake Plastic Castles

Fake Plastic Castles

Cheap plastic parts plus some thin cardboard.

Put it all together and it becomes My Little Pony Twilight Sparkle Friendship Kingdom Rainbow Castle.

That’s almost as fun to say as “She hails from the Oaxaca Parish Convent of the Immaculate Hearts Sisters Ladies Mountains of Guadalupe.”

But, I digress.

The thing is, those cheap plastic parts plus some thin cardboard seem to come apart everyday in my hands and the hands of my little toddler.

For some reason, if we barely look at it, some part of the castle seems to come loose.

“Fix it, Daddy?” is the trending phrase in our home.

At first I thought it was broken. Nope. Every part fits and doesn’t seem worse for wear.

Second, I thought I put it together wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Nope. Spot on.

I thought about gluing parts together that shouldn’t be glued together since we are most likely going to move this toy along to another poor soul, I mean . . . another dad . . . to reassemble repeatedly someday.

The thing is, my little girl loves it. It’s the place where her Little Ponies make it happen. It’s where I meet her with my hands stuffed with Rainbow Dash and Applejack ready to play the thousandth game of pony hide and seek while she holds Rarity and Princess Twilight Sparkle.

And as one glance from either of us seems to make the castle implode on itself, I have come to find out the crumbling castle is more than cheap plastic parts plus some thin cardboard.

It’s a reminder of how God wants to meet me each day. He willingly rebuilds me on a daily basis.

I’m sure he could look at my skin and bones and other parts and call that cheap to Him. He made Adam out of dust and Eve out of rib bone, right?

But he doesn’t.

He knows that I was built for fellowship with Him and that I will break repeatedly.

Yet, He still sees me as valuable. Valuable enough for Him to send His perfect son, Jesus Christ, to live a perfect life, die on a cross for all of my sins and rise again to new life so that I might spend eternity with Him.

Yes . . . me, the one with all the broken parts. The one who keeps breaking repeatedly.

Isn’t it grand that I too can also ask, “Fix it, Daddy?”

And without fail, I always come back together in the hands of my Father in Heaven.

He didn’t put me together wrong.

The parts are how He intended.

He loves being able to fix me.

He enjoys our time together, too.

Amen for that.

“If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.” – 2 Chronicles 7:14

“He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.” – Psalm 23:3

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” – Proverbs 3:5-6

“Then Jesus laid his hands on his eyes again; and he opened his eyes, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly.” – Mark 8:25

“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” – Romans 8:28

I am a man who loves his wife, Jessica, his daughter, Clara, his family, his friends and his church. Jesus Christ makes this all possible. He has made the difference in my life and I hope you encounter the difference He can make in yours.

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