Follow up on yesterday's post...

My dear friend Margaret's encouraging post touched me deeply, warming my heart and lifting my spirit. It also brought to light something I've been dealing with this week. Many years ago, I felt God had given me a path to follow. I did, with an almost zealous single-mindedness. Nothing came of it. Years later, I am finally acknowledging that I'm angry with God. I have felt betrayed. All that time and energy and effort spent on a journey that took me seemingly nowhere. I've poured out my anger and hurt to God. Do I believe it fell on deaf ears? Not for a moment. It comes back to my personal conviction that it's better to be angry with God and tell Him about it, than to turn my back on the one thing in the universe that ultimately is able to offer the peace I seek. I truly do endeavor to not cut off my nose to spite my face. I also remind myself that in the tapestry we call Life, I see the bottom, while God sees the magnificently completed top. It's a matter of trust. Not an easy concept for an abuse survivor, but not impossible. With God, all things are possible.

Today was mostly a good day. I worked on what I believe God has placed on my heart, for most of the day, and accomplished not only what I planned but a little more, too.