Amazingly, I have never been mad at God or the driver of the car.
The day we found out about the accident, Ron and I talked with each other about how Andrew’s life was complete. It was completed the moment he died; it was also complete every day. He lived life to the fullest. He was doing what he loved and doing it well. He had launched into adulthood well. He knew Jesus. What more could a parent ask for? There was no one to be angry with.
We were sad and disappointed, but not angry.
I have had times of anger over the past couple of months. I wasn’t angry at a person. More like being angry at the whole situation. But each time anger about the accident and my son no longer being present on earth tries to creep into my mind, scripture quickly pops into my head reminding me of truth. The Holy Spirit gently and kindly reminds me of Truth.
Feeling anger is not sin. It is not wrong. But it is also not helpful for me. I could park myself there and go about life filled with anger, which would result in my being hateful and hurtful to others.
I am so grateful for all the time I have spent in the Word over the years. I know Truth and Truth has set me free. Free from anger, bitterness, fear, regret, worry. Free to trust God even when I do not understand why He is doing things or why He allowed this.
We live in a broken and fallen world. Bad things happen. It rains on the just and the unjust.
But we serve a good and beautiful God!! And who can be angry about that?