Broken toys

As children bring their broken toys, with tears, for me 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." --By Ben Hildner--