A Prayer for Grief and Anger

Father, I am not just sad, I am angry. Anger burns under the grief, and I do not know where to put it. I am angry at the unfairness, angry at how it happened, and if I am honest, sometimes angry at You.

I have been afraid to say that out loud, as if You would turn away from my honesty. But I am tired of pretending to feel only the acceptable things. The fury is real, and it is tangled up with how much this loss hurts.

So I bring the anger to You instead of swallowing it. You can take it. You are not fragile, and You are not threatened by the raw truth of what is in me.

Do not let this anger harden into bitterness. Let me pour it out here, in Your presence, until what is underneath it, the grief, the love, the longing, can finally surface and breathe.

Your own people cried out to You in raw and furious honesty, asking how long and why, and You did not turn from them. You met them in it. Meet me here too.

I hand You the anger and the ache together. Hold both, and bring me through to peace. Amen.