Lord, I am angry. And the worst part is the anger feels right.
What happened was not okay. The person who did it has not apologized. The system that allowed it has not changed.
I am not asking You to make me pretend it didn't matter. It mattered.
But I do not want to be carried into the next decade by this. I do not want my mouth to set this way. I do not want my marriage, my friendships, my prayers to taste like the thing that happened to me.
Hold the anger with me until I am ready to set it down. Not before. Not as performance.
Show me the difference between the anger that protects me and the anger that is eating me. Take the second kind. Slowly if You have to.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.