I always say that I want to be honest here. That I want to be real with my readers. I shared earlier this week about my recent miscarriage.
I told you the basics. The bare minimum.
What I didn't tell you, is that I am a little bit angry with God. That is a lie. I am ticked off!
I didn't feel this way with my first miscarriage. I wasn't angry at all that time around. This is so new to me.
I was fine (anger wise) to begin with. Then I was talking to someone who recently found out she was pregnant. Someone who has NO BUSINESS having children. I know that sounds so mean and so judgmental but I don't say those words lightly. I would share the details and try to persuade you but that would be gossipy and that is not me. So just trust me.
Enough ranting. I was talking to this woman and all I could think was "Really God? REALLY?!?"
There are so many woman who don't want children. Who abort. Who neglect and abuse. And they have perfectly healthy pregnancies. Completely healthy babies. Why on earth does this keep happening to me? Why does my heart have to be shattered again?
I am angry.
I do not blame God. I just don't understand why.
I know there is a plan and a purpose for all things. I just don't get it. I may never get it.
In most things, I am okay with that. I know He is in control. But right here and right now, I am so angry. I want to know why. I want to know the purpose.
Lame!
I hate that I am here, telling the world that I am angry at God. I hate to be vulnerable. I hate to let people know that as a Christian, a woman who loves the Lord, I still get angry at Him. I think people need to know that though.
I will get past this. I know I will. I DO still have faith that God is with me. He is what I am clinging to, even in my anger and hurt. Do not get me wrong in that.
I am doing my best not to dwell on these feelings. I am reminding myself constantly that because of Him and my salvation through Him, I have these precious babies waiting for me. How can I be angry at someone who would offer me that? Someone who despite everything I have done, would prepare a place for me in paradise. Someone who would hold my babies and protect them while they are without me.
Then I am angry with myself... How could I feel this way?
I am so ready to for these feelings to be gone. I am ready to be okay. I know I will always hurt over my lose but I am just ready to be okay.