It’s increasingly difficult to rid myself of anger. It seems to dwell just to the left of me and has a tendency to interject when not spoken to or acknowledged.
I cannot seem to shake it. I am as I type this angry. I am angry at so very many things, people, circumstance, and yes, you.
My mind aches. My heart aches. I am thankful that my knees no longer ache, weight loss is a wonderful thing when done responsibly. I even get most of my 100 ozs of water in each day.
I know why I’m angry, but there is absolutely nothing I can do about. Oh, I know the WORD and what it says, and I know that this can turn into a root of bitterness, it’s, just, that, I just can’t seem to shake it.
I wish I could go back in time and live the life I imagined. But alas that too is cause for anger.
I must begin to count my blessings, which are many and I also have mercy that is new every morning.
Sigh, my life was to be GRAND! No worries! Happy children! Loving husband! SIGH
Giggle, I suppose 2 out of 3, or is it half and half? Maybe 1 out of 4? I know my hubby loves me. Funny isn’t it? How life happens I mean? I’ve had my high points and my lowest of the low points.
And still, it my faith that sustains me. I am nothing without it. I must admit to a sort of numbness recently, a sort of longing for God to do or say something to help me let go of this anger. My guess is that its one of those things we’re supposed to cast away or walk away from.
THE JOY OF THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH
I have learned to be content, however angrily. I’m told that anger stems from Pride and yes, I resemble that remark. My pride has been bruised HORRIBLY! Sigh Sigh Sigh
Father Help me!!!
From the Desk of an Author 