During the last recession – the one they called “great” – I lost my home to foreclosure. I also lost my savings  to survival, my credit to bankruptcy, a best friend to cancer, a loved one to alcoholism, and (almost) my  marriage to the upending grief of it all.  

Having been raised in a progressive christian family I knew that forgiveness was a key element in the healing  process, and I even knew that I was allowed to be angry with God.  

What I was ill prepared for was the ferocious honesty that God would require of me in the recovery process.  How she would dig my anger and my honest hurt out of me. How she would require me to confess my  resentments. How she would sit lovingly through every season of my disappointment and never stop  listening to my heart until it was fully poured out; fully healed.  

I didn’t know the intimate audacity that God and I would forever share after that.  

This morning I wrote this “version” of Isaiah 55, for all of us who find ourselves angry at God now.