TreasuresInTerraCotta

Almost immediately after my initial admission....remember, it was just recognition...I ran across a blog post " Recognizing Our Anger ."  I do not know if I could summarize the article accurately or completely, but after my initial reading I took two things to heart. 1) Let's just own that virtually all our anger is sin. 2) Begin confessing that anger. My poor friend who tolerated my initial discussion had to listen to me process this new information.  Actually, what I really wanted to do was justify myself.  We discussed the favorite verse "be angry and do not sin."  I tried to justify scenarios and the allowances this verse provides.  I tried to add the righteous argument about "righteous indignation."  But if my Sophomore English teacher Mr. Ammerman had anything to say about justification it would be, "If you have to justify something it's probably wrong."   Ultim...

The beginning of realization started with shoes.  Kid's shoes.  Where are they?  Why aren't they on?  Do I have to ask you again to put on your shoes?  No, I didn't say to carry them...I said to put them on!  Where are your shoes? About a year ago I could feel the weight of anger.  A hot, burning, uncontrollable, eye-popping and out-of-control anger.  It was heavy and unpredictable.  I now know where the phrase, "pulling your hair out" comes from because I had a similar, visceral urge to scratch my eyes out. I do not know how long I was in this state.  The fact that I was in my third trimester may have added fuel to the burning fire of anger, but I suspect hormones, just like hunger, fatigue or stress, didn't cause the problem, but rather revealed it.  Sometime during the Spring I made a half-hearted confession.  In normal mommy-conversation one afternoon I confessed...