Real, Honest Rage
What are you doing with feelings of rage? How can you make use of these without enacting harm?
Psalm 72:4
May he defend the cause of the poor of the people,
give deliverance to the needy,
and crush the oppressor.
I remember being young and skipping over the parts of Psalms that called for a God to enact vengeance. My heart has harbored violence, anger, rage, fury. Absolute fury. I have been shaking with fury. It feels dangerous to write this, but it is true. Let us allow for our truths.
I look at my hands. They have never crushed, and I do not desire them to crush. The cry of rage in my heart is not a prayer for what I want to enact but for what I want to end. This rage is real. I know a God of Love who empowers me and my earthen form. I look at my hands—how might this God of Love defend those made poor with them? How might these hands deliver the needy? How might this God of Love use this honest rage?
What are you doing with feelings of rage? How can you make use of these without enacting harm?
Thank you for this. I hope God can use my teeth to speak peace though I am grinding them to the bone.