I pray to know him more, to know his will for my life and for every part of my day.
I think about how much easier my life would be if I woke up each morning with clear instructions on what to do and where to go.
And yet, I back-talk God like a certain 12 year old who lives at my house......
I see myself in the story of Naaman, a soldier with leprosy who goes to God with the request of being healed. God answers him, and Naaman throws a hissy fit like a 12 year old girl: