Obedience

I spent my Friday morning off relaxing in the Word. It was wonderful. I had a cup of coffee, my favorite blanket, the comfy recliner, fresh sunlight pouring in my bedroom window, and best of all-God's presence.
The first words I read were: True faith requires obedience. The way that struck me I knew I was about to feel the power of the Holy Spirit teaching me.
In the current book I'm reading: Having a Mary Spirit, the author refers to Mary, the mother of Jesus, as an extrodiary woman.
"She was willing to say yes to God-to lay down her own hopes and dreams so that His plans and purposes could come to pass."
"There will be sacrifices when you choose to say yes to God-sacrifices of your time, of your plans, and sometimes of your dearly held dreams...."

So how-and to what-do I say yes to? Yes to waiting longer for His miracle? Yes to adoption? The only conversations I feel I'm having is:
God: Kelly-does this suck for you?
Me: YES!
God: Are you tired of waiting?
Me: YES!
God: Are you being obedient?
Me: Yes.....well, shoot-I don't know, am I?

Am I doubting God's ability to fulfill His promise? Is my questioning of His ultimate plan only setting me back further?

Then I read the words that have weighed heavy on my heart since:
"...too often when God invites us to join Him in His work, we run ahead trying to help Him out. Rather than allowing the Lord to work out His plan in His own time, we pull out our penknives and try to force open the bud before it was meant to blossom.....and whenever we do--we cause trouble."
Now, I'm not sure what a "penknife" is, but I get it. I get how this relates to my life.
And I'll be honest-I don't like He's telling me. But I will say yes. I must say yes. I've never been one to be a troublemaker.