I pray. I give God problems and then I all but strain muscles jumping up to grab them back because I am not quite certain that He fully understands the situation and will take care of it the way I would like Him to or as quickly as I had hoped. I may just have been a little hasty in giving that to Him. Come to think of it, maybe I can just handle it on my own. I can envision God looking at me when I try to manipulate the outcomes and saying.... (think police drama).
"Put the problems down. I'm not going to tell you again. Just put them down and step away!"