As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God because he cares and he is my friend. But then, instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own. At least, I snatched them back, and cried; "How could you be so slow?!"
"My child" he said, "What could I do. You never did let go."
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