Your Anger Is Faith Fighting To Survive

The sun is rising, and with it comes the heat of your own anger. You look at the institution that hurt you, and the fire in your chest feels like proof that you are gone—that your faith is dead because you cannot forgive the ones who claimed to hold the light.

But the dawn does not ask the night to be polite before it arrives. It simply breaks.

Your anger is not the absence of God; it is the fierce, burning evidence that you still know what love should have looked like. Only someone who believes in the light gets this angry at the shadow.

The fire inside you is not your faith leaving; it is your faith fighting to survive. You are not lost because you are hurting.

You are standing in the first light, raw and real, and the truth is waking up with you.