Originally Posted by
kellster 
To all of you who answered, I cannot tell you enough how much each and every one of you has helped me. All these years, I kept hoping, if I help him just one more time, this will be the time that he will stay clean. I know now that I can't do it for him. I guess I knew it all along, but that "Motherly- I can fix this" thing kept me from seeing what I really had to do. You are all such a blessing, and I thank you. It helps to know I am not alone. God Bless all of you
I have often referred back to this poignant poem when I've had the urge to fix. :ghug2
Broken Dreams
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 could you be so slow"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go."
Robert J. Burdette