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Anger (and acceptance)

Okay, Lord, I am no longer heartbroken, I am ANGRY! I am fed up with people taking me for granted, and taking advantage of my faithfulness and compassion and kindness! I feel like I have gone past my limit of endurance now, and I have had ENOUGH! It really does seem like I am the only person on this planet who does NOT take advantage of others’ weaknesses. I am sick of not having anyone I can truly admire, faithfully follow, look up to as a leader or an elder or a true example. I am glad I have you, Jesus, or else I would lose all hope. I just want to come home now. This world SUCKS!!!

Ephesians 4:26-32 ERV

“When you are angry, don’t let that anger make you sin,” and don’t stay angry all day. 
Don’t give the devil a way to defeat you. 
Whoever has been stealing must stop it and start working. They must use their hands for doing something good. Then they will have something to share with those who are poor. 
When you talk, don’t say anything bad. But say the good things that people need—whatever will help them grow stronger. Then what you say will be a blessing to those who hear you. 
And don’t make the Holy Spirit sad. God gave you his Spirit as proof that you belong to him and that he will keep you safe until the day he makes you free. 
Never be bitter, angry, or mad. Never shout angrily or say things to hurt others. Never do anything evil. 
Be kind and loving to each other. Forgive each other the same as God forgave you through Christ. 

Lord, I don’t want to be angry for even a day, and I do not want to become bitter. I do NOT want to give the enemy a foothold. I recognize that this anger I feel is just the pain inside my heart trying to push away the things that seem to be sources of my hurt, trying to get some distance, some autonomy. I cannot battle my own emotions, and the best way to grow past them is not to ignore them but to acknowledge and accept them, and move on. So Lord I give you my anger. I give you my hurt over being run over, taken for granted, used and abused and misused and not treated well. I give you my hurt over bending over backwards to the point of breaking — and although it truly seems a miserable waste, at least I know that YOU see, Lord. Perhaps I am precious to ONLY you, but at least I AM precious, if for no other reason than because YOU love me. Thank you, my Savior, for being ENOUGH. Help me to let go of my anger and return to a place of humility and trust and gratitude. Help me to be your little Acceptance with Joy.


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