maybe God isn't the one who opens those doors or windows. Maybe, it's me?
I have this picture of God shaking his head at us going "So you're still sitting there in the dark hallway surrounded by doors and complaining that you're sitting in the dark? Just go open a door -- kick open ALL the doors! They're right there? Do I have to bring out my two-by-four and smack you over the head with it?" (The answer, in my case, was always "Yes. Yes, you have to. Because if you don't, I won't get it...)