This is when scrappin' becomes healing for me. This is my prayer box. As I was making this, I couldn't help but think of an old poem that I've always loved:
Broken Dreams
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 could you be so slow" "My child," He said, "What could I do? You never did let go."
Robert J. Burdette
And that's what this is--my way of letting go. Once my written prayer goes in here--it stays here and I just thank God afterwards. It really has helped me.
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