Confessions on the Image of God

God,
I confess that I sometimes think you are slow. I think that because when I pray for something and it doesn't happen that you are moving in it. I acknowledge it, but I assume you are going too slow. That in my makeshift world, you are planning on moving, but it will be too late.
I suppose it stems from me thinking that I know better than you. That in this fatherless generation that I am a part of, I find I am both naturally rebellious and naturally am looking for someone to look into my life, to mentor and guide me. To love me.
God, I confess, that I see the distance between me and my earthly father and expect the same from you. I remember the frustrations of my family and the struggles that we have faced and expect it to be the same with You.
Please cleanse me of my self-righteous sorrow and show yourself as my true Father. Draw me into a deeper understanding of you and a deeper commitment of faith. Paralyze my fear and sorrow and ignite my passion to serve you. You are God. and I love you.