What happens when you pour your heart out to God about one thing for several years and see no kind of response? Where do those prayers go? Do they reach him, do they not? I don't know about you but my idea of perfect timing sounds right. Faith withers and doubt sets in but we are told to keep walking with our eyes closed and our hands tied behind our backs. I like control, especially when faith seems to fail me. I know I'm wrong but that's just how it feels sometimes. And then people try to reason with me and explain why I shouldn't feel this way...shut up!...just walk with me. I long for the day when I can 100% mean it when I say "God's timing is perfect. And I am happy with that."