So, for a really really long time this year, I was angry. I was hurt. I was jealous. I was bitter. I was cupping all of these painful emotions in my palms and refusing to let them go even though I knew I had to if I ever wanted to live freely in Christ. But some stubborn little corner of my being with a really strong grip wouldn't let that happen... not without a fight at least.
To be honest, I'm not really sure what brought about the change. I don't remember ever having a ginormous epiphany and being like "OMG! I don't have to be angry anymore! Yay for happiness and rainbows!" I think it was a gradual process of God slowly loosening my fingers from around the need I felt for justification until, finally, I didn't feel it anymore.
And you know what? It feels great.
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