Not only am I quick to get angry at God, I can hold a grudge for an awfully long time. I think I must be growing up, though.

To wit:

The day I woke up with the return of the pain I was, as usual, praying for God to stop the pain. Of course, He can’t do it instantly. I’ve had enough prayers answered that I know better. Unfortunately, when you’re half off your nut with pain, you don’t take that into consideration.

The next day, when the pain was settled along with my panicked nerves, I was looking for that anger at God, and was very surprised to discover that It Wasn’t There!! I was a bit in a daze for the rest of the day because I sort of didn’t know what to do without that anger. It wasn’t until the next day that I had the presence of mind to acknowledge that some thanks were in order. God didn’t stop the pain, but he did wake up my husband to take care of me.

Richard sleeps with earplugs and he cannot hear me upstairs. Richard told me later that he was in a dead sleep when he woke with the feeling that he ought to go and check things upstairs. That’s when he found me on the floor, crying.

I’m sure to still get a bit angry at God, now and then, it’s in my nature, but the holding of an unwarranted grudge has had its day. Peculiar, that. *smiles like an idiot*