Trust

I feel that voice answering me after many, many prayers.

It's not a clear answer. It's not a loud, definite command.

It's a delicate whisper.

Trust me.
Remember I am with you wherever you go. 

"Yes, that's true, but which way do I go, Lord?" I ask.

Wherever you go is where you should be.
I have great things in store for you. 
Trust me. 
I'm here. 
I will not leave you. 

Strangely I am encouraged as I move forward on the dark, foggy path before me. I go with the Light and therefore go with everything I need.

Trust.