"Broken Dreams"As children bring, in tears their broken toys for us to mend, I gave 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 ideas of my own.
I finally snatched them back and cried, "How can you be so slow!" "My child," He said, "I want to help, but first you must let go."
-Author Unknown-