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Letting Go 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 could you be so slow?" "My child," He said, "what could I do? You never did let go." Author Unknown
The Difference I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day; I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have time to pray. Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task; "Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered. I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on gray and bleak; I wondered why God didn't show me. I tried to come into God's presence; I used all my keys at the lock. I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day; I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray. Author Unknown
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