Tell God about your anger. He can take it.
Today I was going to write a post about being present in this time of waiting. After many starts and stops, I deleted what I had because it didn't feel authentic. Being present with our loved ones during this time is a wonderful message, but I was angry and I needed to tell God why.
So I sat down, and He and I had a conversation.
I told Him that this pandemic makes me angry. I am angry because my son will miss his eighth-grade graduation and because my daughter will miss her Spring dance performance. I am angry every time my toddler sees a playground and I have to tell her it's closed.
I'm not only mad for my family, but I'm also angry for yours. I'm angry for the High school and College Seniors who may not experience graduation. I'm angry for the single moms, who don't get a break from their little ones. I'm distressed and grateful for our doctors and nurses who put themselves in harm's way every day. I am distressed for the people who have lost their jobs and for the families who have lost loved ones to this virus.
Don't get me wrong, I am not angry with God. But I know if I can't come before His throne of grace with my emotions, my feelings will come out sideways and my family or the lady at the grocery store who is going the wrong way may hear about it. Just because I'm a Christian doesn't mean that I have to suck it up and be okay with this fallen world.
We're allowed to have feelings about our predicament, tell God about how you feel. He can take it.