As children bring their broken toys, with tears for us to mend, I took 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, 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"
How many times have I done that and how many times do I do that? One of these days I will FULLY trust HIM to put all the pieces back together in the way that HE and HE alone knows is the best way.