—2 Corinthians 10:5
More with the moodiness today. Have a better idea of what's gotten under my skin, but it'd be a huge mistake to make it the receptacle for everything that's wrong. Things are rarely so simple, and letting my feelings grow out of proportion is already part of the problem.
Fact is, God is being good to me. Very good. And while there's no denying that my feelings are all over the map, when they come against the truth of what God is working in my life, they've got to be taken captive. I have feelings that say He shouldn't be allowed to call the shots, and feelings that say He isn't being good when He does. I won't pretend they're not there, but they're neither sovereign nor good. He is.
He is. Really. There's room for me to air my grievances, too—just not in a way that denies His sovereignty and goodness, the knowledge of God.
With my voice I cry out to the Lord;
with my voice I plead for mercy to the Lord.
I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him.