Holes & Buckets

There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,

There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole.

Then fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,

Then fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it...

It's the famous song of a man who has a problem -- a hole in his bucket.  He asks his wife what he should do.  But, all her answers only present new dilemmas.  She first suggests using a a straw to fix the bucket.  But, the straw is too long.  So, she tells him to cut it, but his axe is too dull.  She advises him to sharpen the axe with a stone, but the stone is too dry.  In order to get the stone wet he needs a bucket to carry his water in... which of course leads back to the original problem that he has a hole in his bucket!

I have felt this frustration -- wanting to fix something, but being unable to.  I search for solutions to fix my bucket, only to find that I simply can't.  I can't fix it. 

It takes me getting to the end of my rope (and, like in the case of Henry, others' suggestions) to realize that I can't fix my own bucket.  I need Someone who can fix it for me. 

And, how happy He is when I come to Him to fix the hole in my bucket.