| Let Go and Let God
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."
God can't work in my life or answer my prayers if I
interfere and continue to do my own will. It sounds so simple (and it is so
simple)
but it is not so easy, to let go.
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