Dealing With Anger


Anger grows in a field of fears. The fear that I’m losing control. That someone else is making big choices for me. That someone else thinks they know what’s best. That someone always runs to help me do what I know I can do for myself. I’m not helpless.

At times I’m angry at those who care for me. Do you have any idea how it feels to be dependant? Or to have to say “I’m sorry” when I realize I’ve hurt you? Or, even worse, counting up all the times I’ve had to say those words again and again.

Please…please…feel my fears. Not my anger. Feel what it’s like to know that life is slipping away. To feel the numbness that comes from day after day of the same routine.

Please bring me joy. Laugh with me. Share warm memories. Show me that I still have worth. And dignity. Never stop caring. Look for small ways to bring beauty into my shadowed life. Be the loving hands and heart of Christ to me.

Above all, remember that “a gentle response defuses anger, but a sharp tongue kindles a temper-fire.” (Proverbs 15:1)

Prayer – Lord, teach me the anger-softening power of compassion and understanding. Amen

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