I loved Olivia Pope. Probably not for the reasons that others may identify with but because she embodied what I wanted to be or thought I could be…a fixer. I love trying to fix things, including other people’s messes. There’s something about vainly trying to put together someone else’s broken pieces, attempting to clean up their dirty areas, that distract you from your own.

Anyone that followed the show, knows that Ms.Pope is a high-powered fixer. Folks get in a jam…no matter the size…they go see Olivia and it’s “It’s Handled”. The tragedy of her character though was that she was a mess. Polished hair…to die for curls, perfectly tailored suits, laid silk blouses, flawless makeup but inside she was tormented. Her life filled with issue after issue…daddy issues, mommy issues, a wrecked loved life, insecurities…all things you may not consider she was facing if you were to judge her outward appearance and how much she “handled”. 

Fixing is not a job for me, nor is it one for Olivia Pope, or any other human being for that matter. The only fixer that truly works is a Man who was a Carpenter by trade – a Master One. His fixes last. He builds to sustain the pressures of this life. His name is Jesus. WE might think we know all of the answers, have all of the fixes, or our ways are right. It’s nothing compared to what He can do for us. He already handled it. Leave all the fixing to Him. 

Forever Grateful,

J

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