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Good morning…

We are broken. All of us. In one way or another. Jewish and Christian. Shooters and survivors. Homeless and mansion-dwellers. In the midst of this one-of-a-kind week, I forget how God led me to this poem written by Lauretta P. Burns in 1957.

LET GO AND LET GOD!

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 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 did let go.”

Letting go of our broken pieces, free-falling into the hands of God, we are all mended more, bit by bit, day by day.

…Sue…