My relationship with God is not complicated. He simply asks me to come to Him.
Just as my child brings his broken toys with tears for me to mend, I took 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?” “What could I do, My child?” He said. “You never did let go.