Me: Howdy Prodigal, what interesting adventure are you on this week?
Prodigal: Not much this week just playing with some toys. It is Christmas and new toys are everywhere!
Me: I personally like the dinosaur and will play with that one if you take the truck. While we are playing I will share a poem with you that was given by our friend Christine.
Prodigal: Thank you Christine!
As children bring their broken toys, with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God, because he is 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 again and cried,
“How can you be so slow?”
“My Child” He said,
“What could I do? You never did let go.”
As I share this poem with you today, I have a strong desire myself of snatching up my dream. You see a like to have my hands all in God’s plans. It is scary to let go. At times it feels like you are diving off a cliff to let go and let God. You see if it was easy, then a whole lot of Christians would be used more by God and there would be more joy. God has taught me to let go the hard way in the past several years. Still on a certain Monday, with several clouds in the sky, no answer from God, I can still feel down in my gut that small itching. It wants to snatch control. It is then that I need a poem, a verse, a friend to remind me. It is then a hear a quiet strong voice from God. That voice says….. LET GO.
Psalm 46:10 Be still, and know that I am God.
Jennifer Van Allen