
Warren
Broken toys …
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!”
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