Anger was not the end for me
When I was about 9 years old my mom passed after a year long battle with cancer. I understood that my mom was gone, but I didn’t understand the repercussions that event would have on my life in the years to come.
Later on in middle and high school I started dealing with a lot of issues with anger. I didn’t know where this darkness was coming from.
As a teenager, I had an outburst of anger, and I stormed out of the house and started asking God where all this anger came from. Wondering if God was even there.
And in that low point I looked and saw my dad walking towards me with a sincere gaze of love and forgiveness. He set his hand on me and said he loved me, and didn’t know that I was dealing with all this.
In that moment I saw the face of God the Father looking at me through my father’s eyes. No matter what I do, how angry I got, whatever wounds I have, whatever bitterness was there, He reaffirmed that He loves me not despite all of that but through it.
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