Some days you just wish that higher power would sit next to me and give me a break.
Thankfully I just read a post here where someone posted this poem. If I ever needed help, today is the day.
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 can you be so slow?"
"My child," He said,
"What could I do?
You never did let go."