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". 
