Yep, I screamed at Him. I felt badly about it, I meant Him no harm.
But on that particular evening, life had beat me down and I just wasn't sure if God was aware of what I was going through. Did He see me? Did He know what was happening with me?
Did He care?
So I went a step beyond my usual church girl prayers and I screamed out in anger, frustration and despair.
I felt bad about it, but I was relieved to read responses to my post about it. Seems as if I'm not the only one who has had reason to scream.
Anyway, my good news is that God heard me!
He's fixed some things, rearranged some things, and in the wake of it all He has left me with that peace that surpasses all understanding. Cause, you see, I should still be angry, I should still be frustrated and in despair.
But I'm not.
Things aren't perfect, but they are much better. I'm thankful for that scream.