God, be present in my wondering,
be active in my frustration.
Lord, yet again my unease is stirred up, churned up.
I feel trapped by this unknowing, circling the same worn path yet again.
Doors appear locked
Windows shut tight.
Where is the way out of this mess?
Point me in the right direction.
Tilt my heart, my head, my soul to hear your whispering words.
Speak to me.
I want you to throw open a door, push me through, get me on my way.
Be with me here, Lord, until I see the way.