God of all comfort, I am angry at You. Not because I don't believe You are good. Because I do. And that makes the hurt sharper.
I see the mess. I feel the unfairness. I want answers You are not giving. I am not pretending it doesn't sting.
Steady my rage. Loosen my grip on why. Remind me You are still near even when I shout.
I could scroll past the pain. I could numb it with noise or blame. Instead I sit here raw, choosing to bring it to You.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.