It was hard to admit I wrestled with angry reactions. But I grew so tired of the struggle that I started admitting it so I could move towards emotional health and freedom.
I process through words and art. So, as I came face-to-face with my sin, I penned some posts to reflect my discoveries.
I have broken things in my anger—and not just dishes. I have cut hearts and dashed spirits with my careless words and sharp responses. My anger has caused me to sink down in a jagged display of broken pie...
Published on February 17, 2016 03:00