As children bring their broken toys, with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God, because 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 last, I snatched it back again and cried, "How can you be so slow?" "My child" He said, "What could I do? You never let it go." ~ author unknown