First writing, "I'm Angry"

Sleep evaded me the night my family discovered my husband had been molesting our granddaughters.  I finally got up and wrote:

 I'm Angry.

Lord, I want to scream at you!

Why did this happen to our family, 

our kids,

 our grand kids?

How could you let Satan get a foot into the door of our home?

I thought this was your home!

Where were you?

I  must pray for our precious granddaughters.1

I must pray for their parents, 

brothers, 

sister,

 and cousins.

I  must pray for myself.

And, yes, I will pray for my husband.

Then,

As the jaws of hell gape before me, hungry for my very being, 

I remember these words:

"Lo, I am with you always.2

I will never leave you or forsake you.3

"Thank You, Lord, for speaking." 

But I'm still so angry.

1 James 5:13

2 Matthew 28:20

3 Hebrews 13:5