God knew what He was doing when He named Himself the Father to all those who believe and are saved. A healthy, godly relationship between father and child is one of the most precious bonds I’ve ever personally witnessed; and I can’t believe the lessons I’ve learned about God, and our relationship with Him as His children, from watching my friends’ kids interact with their dads.

One example that stands out to me is a time when my mom and I were babysitting for family friends. My mom happened to be wearing a bangle that didn’t clasp all the way—designed with about an inch-wide opening between the halves. Partway through the night, one of the kids crawled into her lap and noticed for the first time that the bangle wouldn’t clasp. In her young mind, that screamed one fatal word: BROKEN.

“Oh no, it broken!” she declared with her tiny lisp. She wouldn’t believe that it was made that way, and instead patted my mom’s wrist while reassuring her, “We fix it when Daddy come home. Daddy fix anything.”

There was so much childlike faith in that one sentence. In almost three years of life, this little girl had not yet run into one scenario where Daddy couldn’t make everything better. I’m sure that’ll change as she gets older and more independent. She’ll start wanting to solve problems herself. This is a normal, healthy part of life; if we all still needed our dads to come change a lightbulb for us when we’re thirty-five, chances are, there’s an imbalance in there somewhere.

But independence seems to have become, not just a byproduct of growing up, but actually the ultimate goal of our present society. The need to not need anything or anyone is paramount to almost every achievement for young adults like myself. But when it comes to God—our Heavenly Dad—independence only breeds isolation, loneliness, and pain. It leaves us trying to solve problems on our own that are too big for us; and yet the world implies, often in subtle, sneaky ways, that needing Daddy to fix something is weakness. I know I’ve struggled with this for years…in fact, I still struggle sometimes to pray for things, feeling as if I’m showing weakness if I have to take it to God rather than handling it myself.

But hearing the innocent perspective of that little girl started a change in me. In the years since, I’ve found myself wanting to cleave to God with such absolute trust as my friend’s daughter had in her daddy that night. I want to believe that whatever is broken, I can take it to Dad and He’ll find a way to mend it. I want my every instinct, my first thought, my gut-reaction to be, “Let’s take it to God. I know that He can handle this.”

The trust of a daughter in the mountains her Father can move. The absolute belief that not only can He, but He will. That’s the confidence, the adoration, the childlike faith that brings us peace in every circumstance—and that brings us closer to God.

Whatever may be going on in your life, whatever brokenness you may be facing…I encourage you to take it to our Heavenly Father. He can fix anything.