God, show me.

Am I wrong for waiting?

Am I wrong for dreaming?

What is your will for me God?

If it's true that we look at you through the lense of our earthly father, right now I'm looking at you as an angry man, a man I adore, but don't get because no matter what you're saying one thing and showing me another... you love me you're proud of me... but I'm not seeing that... it's the actions that speak louder than words... Abba, show me!!! Show me you! Show me where to go. Show me how to get there. I am on my knees BEGGING... pleading with you to finally show me you love me, show me you're proud... it's all I ask... I don't want anything... just you to take my hand and show me where to go. If I am wrong, If I am not following you by waiting, show me! Point it out... is my father screaming in my face, pounding his fist showing me? God, where do I go?

Open my eyes.

I need something better... I need help. I need you... God, if you're carrying me, why can't I feel you. I just want you to hold me... show me everything is going to be alright... show me that this isn't going to last forever... it's moments like this that it's hard to believe your word, that you do have a plan and a future and a hope for me... because I can't see it, and it's still hidden underneath your veil... Dry my tears, because they're not helping anything...