I Was Angry With God — Part 1

I talk to God like He’s my dad.

I literally talk to Him like He’s sitting right there with me.

When something wonderful happens, I thank Him. When I’m frustrated, I tell Him. And when life starts piling up and I get overwhelmed, eventually I catch myself and think, Why am I carrying all of this? God’s already got it.

But I wasn’t always like this.

There was a time when I was really angry with God.

I was raised in a very works-based faith. I believed that if you followed the rules, made the right choices, and did what you were supposed to do, somehow life was supposed to work out the way it should.

And then mine didn’t.

Some things happened that I couldn’t reconcile with the God I’d been taught about.

I remember thinking, I did everything I was supposed to do. So where were You?

I never stopped believing God existed.

But I absolutely questioned whether He was everything people said He was.

For a while, I wanted very little to do with Christianity. I’d tried doing things “the right way,” and from where I was standing, it hadn’t made any difference.

What I couldn’t see then was that much of what I thought I knew about God was actually tied up in rules, expectations, and people.

I knew about God.

I didn’t yet know Him the way I do today.

And it would take quite a journey for me to learn the difference.

**God wasn’t finished with my story.

Not even close.**