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 instead of leaving him in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help in 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 would let go!”

-Author unknown