Somewhere along the way a gentle voice interrupted my insanity. In the midst of my daily diatribes, God's unconditional love inched into every available crack and crevice of my hardened heart. He drip-fed my soul with longsuffering love and compassion over weeks and months. I finally broke, not under the weight of rigid rules but under the power of His irresistible love and grace. I have never been the same.
Anger is a natural part of grief.
I grieved a lifetime of misery in the arms of Jesus during the next few years. His flames of love transformed me. Clint died in 1987. God transformed him through our trials too. We shared tears and more love and tenderness in those last years of his life than either of us had ever known.