How long does one stay angry with God? I'm still angry and it's been two months. It may still be too fresh or maybe I'm just hanging on to the anger cos I need someone to blame. Six months ago today, my dad walked me down the aisle to marry Paul. He was in really good spirits and had a peace about him...maybe he knew I was in good hands. I don't know. All I can remember, though, is he being so supportive and doing that one thing for me, even though he'd probably just rather stay at Hospice. He even looked handsome...as handsome as he could've looked. And now he's gone. And, as I was sitting in church yesterday, with the preacher saying that he believed God could heal, I felt myself go cold as stone. Cos I, at one time, believed that too. I mean, I know God could've easily healed dad...as easily as he brought Lazarus back from the dead. But He chose not to...and I'm angry about that. Sigh.
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