Something to think about.

	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 the tried to help with ways that were my own. At last I snatched them back and cried, "How could you be so slow?" "My child," God said, "What could I do, you never did let go?"