Many times we toss and turn at night with worry because we haven't fully trusted God. At least that was my issue. Then I saw this poem that made so much sense.
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 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 it back again and cried,
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child" He said, "What could I do?
You never let it go."
Thank you Debra Stitt for posting this.
Peace be with you friend. Let go and Let God have His way.