I grew up being angry with God. Angry because my brothers hated me. Angry my loved ones were taken to Heaven to be with Him. ANgry because I was abused.
I lost my anger the day I almost committed suicide. I was about to pull the trigger of the .303 in my mouth when I heard a heavenly voice. This voice said I was loved and it was not my time.
I still have bad days. I still get angry, but I do not get angry with God. He loves me, and is allowing me to heal slowly, and is bringing special people into my life.
I regret all my anger in my youth, but I know I have been forgiven. I will not be found in a church every Sunday, but a church is a building. God is everywhere. I do not always need someone else to talk with my Creator. I love God. And in him I have found forgiveness and salvation. I feel secure in His hands!
"You live it or lie it" Metallica