A MESSAGE TO ME FROM MY MOTHER
As children bring their broken toys to us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God because He was my friend. Instead of leaving Him in peace to work it out alone, I hung around and tried to help In 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!" Diane and WORDSWORTH --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
