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 in ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back again and cried, "how can You be so slow?"
"My child" He said, "what could I do? You never did let go!"
-Author Unknown.
From the poster that's hung on my bedroom wall.