As a child I broke many things and would go running to my father crying about it.  I would crawl up on his lap, clinging desperately to the thing I broke, and bury my face in his chest.  I would cry and cry and cry.  He would attempt to take it from me but I could not let go.  I would cry more and more and say Dad please fix it.  But still I would not let go. 

  After going through this many times on many occasions and never allowing him to fix it, one day I broke something.  I ran to my father, crawled up into his lap and cried. He softly said, can I see it for a minute?  I reluctantly let go and let him have it.  I then buried my face in his chest and cried about the thing I had broken.  Soon though he patted me on the back and said, "Look, its all better now".  I was overwhelmed with joy at that point and ran off to play not realizing the lesson I just learned.

  Over the years I have broke many more things and I still to
this day go running to my father, crawl up in his lap and cry about it.  Oftentimes I do not let go of the problem long enough for him to have a chance to work his wonders.  When I am able to let go of the problem for long enough to allow him to do his fixing, things seem to work out great. It is the times in which I cannot let go and trust him to fix it that I find the most discomfort.  

  Just for today I will Let Go and Let GOD fix things, as best I can.

Love,

Greg