Letting Go of What You Can't Control

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."

Let go and let God!