I trust your timing, God. 

God,

You see the things I carry quietly — the hopes I don’t voice, the decisions I’m weighing, the pressure I feel to get it all right. There are days when I’m afraid of moving too quickly, and days when I’m afraid I’m not moving at all. So instead of asking for every answer, I’m asking for your guidance: open the right door at the right time.

If a door isn’t meant for me, don’t let me force it. Close the paths that would drain me, distract me, or pull me out of alignment with what you have written for my life. And when those closed doors disappoint me, remind me that your protection often looks like redirection.

But when the door is from you, God — make it unmistakable. Let it come with peace that settles instead of confuses. Let it lead me towards purpose, towards clarity, towards the version of myself you are shaping me into.

I trust your timing, God. I trust your grace. And I trust that nothing meant for me will ever require me to abandon the person you are helping me become.

Amen.