I am so angry, she said, and I admit I was surprised to hear the echo of her words in my heart God.
Of course, I know I’m angry God, we all are. Haven’t I been giving permission for people to scream psalms and then wrote out my own about the catastrophe that lead up to and was 2020? But I was still surprised…because I am SO angry, God.
I’m angry God, with little places to process it, and very small chances to even be grumpy (though I am, of course grumpier like most people).
I’m angry that people keep making poor decisions, I’m angry that I don’t know how long I have to stay in survival mode.
I’m angry that my child who has autism works so hard to remain masked when so many capable adults believe rumors and lies and continue to ignore the need to do what is needed to stay safe.
I am angry that we are so, so lonely, while others go out and party.
I’m angry that my family’s mental health is precarious at best, and I’m angry that the priorities of the government and individuals seem to be power and money over safety, and self-righteousness over loving our neighbor.
And I’m angry that my family cannot perfectly keep others safe because there are too many factors and not enough cooperation for us to be able to tell when and how all of this will end.
I am angry that more and more people are getting sick or dying, and all the socioeconomic things–Too many to name even….
I want to be angry God, because it’s a true reaction to what is going on.
Is this how Jesus felt when Samaria refused to welcome him when he finally decided to journey to Jerusalem? Did he have to get over it to tell the parable of the Good Samaritan?
Or did you tell the story to yourself Jesus? Did you tell it to remind yourself not to always be angry?
God, there is nowhere to put this anger. If I put it on mine enemies, and wish them harm or illness, I–in truth–only hurt myself.
And there’s no real way to process it, yet.
Except sometimes I watch a show or I read a book and I cry.
God help us, help me, with this trauma. This mix of delayed mourning, longstanding loneliness and more anger than I realized.
Help us say the prayers, scream the screams, write the psalms and to create the rituals we need in this time of trauma. Help us to create small oases of sanctuaries to process. the hardship we are going through.
I’m tired of being angry God. Please help me in whatever way you can.
Send your Holy Spirit to comfort and renew me, I pray.
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