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."
Well, I guess I can admit I needed to hear this one once again.
It's one I've seen before and have actually even copied into my journal some time ago.
It always hits me between the eyes with truth.
And today, I suppose He just wanted to be sure I took note of it once again. As the daily devotion subscription I received it from made sure to send it to me TWICE. In one morning. On a day I was particularly needing this reminder.
Thank You, Father. For the messenger and the message.
Consider my hands off of it.