Oh venting...

Screaming on the inside is no fun.

Not the happy, excited-type of screaming. Like the kind that happens when you buy someone a really awesome Christmas present or when you're planning the greatest surprise party ever.

Not that kind at all.

It's the kind that manifests itself in tears because in reality, you can't talk to anyone about it. The kind that makes your stomach ache, your eyes burn, and your throat feel like you'll never be able to take a breath again. Or swallow. Or think straight. The kind that makes you want to burst into loud sobs with very unflattering-looking tears and punch everything in sight simultaneously. And then want a really big hug.

That's the kind.

Maybe I'll invest in a punching bag. Or replace my running shoes...they're really sad-looking. Or take up kickboxing.

Or maybe I'll remember that I have a High Priest who sympathizes with my weaknesses because He has been tempted in every way I have, yet without sin. Maybe I'll remember that He experienced emotion as well, and is the best Comforter because He knows what it feels like to feel ultimate hurt and betrayal. Maybe I'll chose to cling to the strength of His Spirit, that same strength and power that raised Him from the dead and is daily working in my heart. Maybe I'll chose to have faith.

I like Option 2. Option 2 normally works better, just fyi. And is less destructive, leaving you with a nice manicure and fingers that aren't broken. (Trust me...I've tried Option 1...just leads to more problems...)


"Let me find Your joy in my sorrow, you're wealth in my need/That You're near with every breath in the valley..."