Dad fixed the scooter. My daughter still thinks I'm the "bomb.com"

I felt great today. I was able to fix a scooter that was totally out of commission last year. My youngest daughter, Madi, gave me that look today that said, "Hey. Aren't dad's suppose to fix things?" I'm not going to lie. I only own a hammer. That's all I've got in my tool belt. So, every problem looks like a nail to me. Fixing things is not my spiritual gift. Now - breaking things - I'm really good at that. But with a little prayer, some banging around, and a couple taps on the battery, the scooter took off. Is God amazing or what?

Let me ask you: When you're unable to fix things, do you often feel a twinge of guilt or inadequacy? If so - you're not alone. Hang in there. There may come a day in which God shows favor on you and - pow, a miracle happens.