Broken Toys

As children bring their broken toys, with tears, for me 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."

- By Ben Hildner -

Life isn't waiting for the storm to pass.  Its about learning how to dance in the rain.