Letting Go?

After listening to a very poignant sermon today from Bruce Louden, I went down to Spring Bluff for some quite time with my Maker over a cup of tea and a long lunch.

While sitting down, alternating between my book, enjoying the stillness and speaking out smatterings of the confusion and wrestling struggle I'm facing, I was reminded of this poem.

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 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 let them go."

Today, this afternoon, I want to let go - at least, I want to want to let go! I know I need to let go and trust God with that segment of my life - knowing I can't try to control it anymore, knowing I must leave it in his hands 'til he mends it (& me) and gives it back, or, until he mends me and trusts me with something else.

I'm not sure how to do this, as I said, I'm not even sure I want to. I know I need to though, and I ask for His Grace to help enable me.