"Lord,

...speak to me, please.

I can't go on like this.  Speak to me in a way I can understand clearly.  I've read your Word, I've sought your counsel, I've whined, I've groveled, I've despaired, I've plead ---I've waited.  And through it all, Lord, You've been so strangely silent."

I feel definant and justified as I mumble my prayer.  Stubbornly I fold my arms like a child and say to the Lord - 'I will not let you go until you bless me.'  Instantaneously, I hear His still quiet voice whisper to me. 

'STOP seeking what you want to hear and listen to what I have to tell you.'

...and I reply, yes Lord.