Broken Dreams

As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God because He was 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 last I snatched them back and cried, “How can You be so slow?”  “My child”, He said,  “What could I do?  You never did let go.”                                           –  Anonymous

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