I’m going to tell you something that might make you look at me differently. Maybe you’ll want to be best friends with me or maybe you'll lose respect for me – if you’re the latter, then that’s OK no hard feelings. I still love you.
But, I’m specifically speaking to my ladies out there that know what it’s like to be face to face with the lowest point that you’ve ever experienced. My ladies who are experiencing failure and hardships – this blog post is for you.
I’m going to be honest with you. I get downright angry with God sometimes. I stay up late cursing into the night at the hardships that God allowed me to experience or are putting me through.
Why me? Why did I have to go through that? Why do I continue to fail?
Haven’t I experienced enough hardship and tears for one damn lifetime?
Have you ever thought the same? Chances are, if you’re reading this post – you have. You might be thinking it right now. You’ve fallen.
You are bruised and bloody.
You can’t imagine getting back up again. Because you never want to do whatever that failure stemmed from again. Maybe you were just broken up with and your heart is shattered.
Maybe you tried something in your business and it completely crashed and burned despite all the love and time that you poured into it.
Maybe you just lost your job.
Maybe your body is failing you from disease or cancer.
Oh, my sweet sweet friend – my heart is with you. You’re bruised, bloody, and hurt.
How could God put you through another hardship. Why now? Why me? You might be thinking. I’ve wondered the same questions. I’ve experienced enough hurt to last one lifetime, it feels like.
My heart breaks for the hurt that you’re in right now and if I could meet each of you face to face I would sit and hold you and cry with you. I truly wish I could do that. When you’re done crying – I want you to do something that is going to raise some eyebrows.
I want you to get angry. I mean, blood boiling angry. Get angry at God, sin, your experience – whatever caused this pain.
Just get angry.
Allow yourself to yell and scream. Go to a boxing class and punch some things. Go for the longest run that you’ve ever gone on. Go to a junkyard and break some stuff if you have to.
Get mad and allow yourself to feel that emotion to the fullest.
Go ahead. Get angry at God. I promise you – He can handle it. Now, I don’t want you to just get mad. That would be too easy. I want you to use that anger to propel you forward.