An Open Letter to a God Who Knows All

What is this supposed to look like? What does desperate devotion to You look like? Will I know when I have surrendered everything to You? How can I know what your will is? There are so many questions I have to ask, so many answers I need to know. But I am small, and you are great. I am finate, and you are infinate. There's so much I don't know. I fear myself to be completely inadequate forever. I don't pretend to understand all that you do, all that you promise, or all that you are. But, you are. And somehow I need to wrap my pathetic little mind around that. And sometimes that task seems so great, that I want to curl up in a little ball on the floor and hide from what I don't know. Then, you tell me that what I don't know doesn't matter to you. You don't expect me to understand all you are, but you love me in spite of my total ignorance. You love me in spite of how many times I get so scared by how much I don't that I run away from your presence. As if trying to figure out life on my own is somehow easier to do. All I know is that you a good and that you love me. And that must be enough.