On Wednesday night, my daugther Taylor and I had a daddy-daughter date. It's a practice I established with my girls when they were very young. She's almost 19 and engaged to be married, but they are still "daddy-daughter" dates. And, I still love them.
Taylor just returned from two mission trips. One extended trip to Morocco and another short trip to Haiti. Without going into it, I'll just tell you that her trips were more than a little challenging. Taylor came home with some intense, Job-like questions for God. As we had dinner together and talked, Taylor shared that she had spent some time that day at the Lighthouse, a special place in our church where people can go to pray. She spent some time writing. She wrote a psalm ranting her complaint. She had it out with God.
Good for her. One of the things I learn through the Psalms and through Job's story is that God is not afraid of, nor is he surprised by, our anger, frustration and disappointment. Too often, I think I let things fester inside. I think Job's rants are healthy. I'm glad he didn't keep quiet with his friends or with God. I'm glad Taylor didn't either. It's a good thing to let all of those negative emotions out in healthy ways.
There is a time for shouting to heaven in praise; there is a time for shouting to heaven in frustration.