When I rage against God in my journal and ask all of the horrible and awful questions about the deep pain and agony in my life and the world, I find myself close to God. I look down at the ink on the paper and I realize that those words are to God, and that is where the worship lies. No matter what I write, good or evil, those words are to Him. This is the basis of all psalms, whether personal or inspired. We write to God. It is worship.
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Sometimes, I wonder how God puts up with the way I talk to him.
thanks for writing this and reminding me that even my anger can be worship because I'm sharing it with God, and by doing so, inviting Him into that pain.
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