Praying my way through

When we pray,

God almost always directs

               in unexpected ways,

not that doors open before us,

    but that my heart is open to His will,

    not mine.

That is when I can see passages

               all around me.

His ways are higher,

deeper,

sometimes a broad highway

                     full speed ahead,

more often a quiet pathway,

following a scarlet thread

     woven in a way,

     in places,

              I can never imagine.

“This way, walk in it,”

           a hidden passageway

    only He could know,

which all along

      I have been traveling toward.

The destination is not the answer,

        but to be found in Him.