I know I’ve been on a hiatus…gone…absent to most of the world. Well, to put it plainly…it happens sometimes. Perhaps it should happen less than it does. That I’ll do my best is all I can promise. Thus, I promise. My best.
These past few weeks and months, maybe much, much longer, I’ve been struggling with faith. Not struggling over it or with it…just not having it. The other day while visiting someone, I picked up a tiny little book called Have a Little Faith…The Faith of Mustard Seed by Dr. Westina Matthews.
The book opens with a poem by Lauretta Burns called “Broken Dreams” that touched me deeply.
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 them with 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, Ã¢â‚¬ËœHow can you be so slow?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢
Ã¢â‚¬ËœMy child,Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ He said, Ã¢â‚¬ËœWhat could I do? You never did let goÃ¢â‚¬â„¢.
And the moral of the story is…let go and let God! (Whatever that means to you…I think we can all agree to a power infinitely more powerful and intelligent than us.)
That’s what I’m working with right now. I’ll let you watch how it turns out. 😉