Dear son, Job said, I go forward and He is not there, backward and I cannot find Him, yet He knows the way that I take. You will have seasons where God feels absent and every door feels shut. Absent to your senses is not absent in truth. He is refining you, not leaving you.
Repentance is not feeling sorry that you got caught. It is turning around and walking the other way. Tears are easy. A change of direction is the real test. Do not just grieve the sin tonight. Leave it behind. He is faithful and just to forgive the man who actually comes home.
Faith is the evidence of things not seen. It is holding a promise in the dark and calling it real before the light proves it. Any man can trust God in the harvest. The son He is proud of still sows in the drought, believing the God of seasons will keep the word He has given.
Dear son, do not pray only for the storm to end. Pray to become a man the storm cannot move. Tribulation builds perseverance, perseverance character, and character a hope that will not embarrass you. The trial is not the interruption of the plan. Often the trial is the plan.
Dear son, a delayed prayer is not a rejected one. Pour out your heart again tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. God is not annoyed by the son who keeps knocking. He is drawing something out of you in the waiting that an instant yes could never have built.
Dear son, pour out your heart before you close your eyes. He is a refuge, not a judge waiting for polished words. Tell Him the thing you told no one today. Nothing you confess will make Him love you less, and nothing you hide will make the weight any lighter. Speak, then rest.