Wasted emotion

Anger is a wasted emotion. Nothing productive usually gets taken care of when you are angry, except for a clean house. (I always clean when I am angry and if I was at home right now, my house would shine like the top of the Chrysler building {from Annie})

I am angry about a lot of things. I am angry about people taking advantage of the fact that I work hard. When an impossible task comes ahead and it's thrown on me, somehow I figure it out and make the impossible, possible. Praying the whole time. And feeling overwhelmed. I did this. And now I'm angry because it should have never happened to me.

I'm angry because my dad did not tell me about his sugar problem, which ended up being a bad machine, but this went on for 3 weeks and no one said a word to me. Not one word. Because why? I'm not sure maybe they didn't want me to worry, maybe they didn't think I was smart enough to help diagnose what was wrong. It turns out to be a bad a machine but what if something HAD HAPPENED? I didn't know a thing! I'm angry.

I'm angry for a whole lot of reasons, I could go on and on and on and list them but it doesn't really matter. They are just things that are making me so angry. I just want to eat a Dairy Queen.

Eph 1:9-10 9And he made known to us the mystery of his will according to his good pleasure, which he purposed in Christ, 10to be put into effect when the times will have reached their fulfillment—to bring all things in heaven and on earth together under one head, even Christ.