I can never forget a statement made by the facilitator of the second grief support group I attended early in my grief. He started off by saying, “I want you to feel free to express whatever you feel. If you’re angry, tell us. And if you’re angry at God, tell us and Him. He already knows anyway.”
That was a light bulb moment for me. I suppose that I had thought there was this secret compartment in my brain where my thoughts were shielded from God’s sight. I immediately thought to God and to myself, “Yeah, I am angry with you, God.” I quickly added, “Now I don’t want to be, but I am.” From that moment on, I felt freed and safe to express in a healthy way any emotion that I felt.
Years later in prayer to God I was brought to my knees with a second confession…
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