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 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 them back and cried, “How can you be so slow?” “My child,” he said, “what could I do? You never did let go.” —Anonymous
Posted on: Mon, 12 May 2014 02:02:04 +0000
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