Dear God, I wish to know your will, to have an understanding of the path you would have me follow. Why? This, in itself, is a kind of lack of faith. I ought to abandon myself to you regardless of the direction it takes me. If this is so, then in truth I have no need to know the goal.
Lord, keep me blind, that I may rely on you more and more. Let my every halting footstep be one taken gingerly, gripping tightly to your hand, in full trust. I so wish to know the map. Thwart this, O Lord. Let my ignorance be your blessing.