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The time I yelled at God and He ALMOST struck me.
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So, not exactly sure when, but it was during a year where I was home alone keeping an eye on the house, while my mom, step-dad and brother were all out working, driving a big truck.
(So, before God called me back).

They’d come home once in a while for about a week and then be gone for months at a time.

During this time, I developed a habit of thinking out loud and talking to myself.
(As most people who are alone for extended periods of time do).

Anyway, one night, I was rather dissatisfied with how my body looked, so I complained out loud. Asking why I was cursed to look the way I did.

It quickly turned from questions into accusations and rage against God.

I yelled and yelled at Him for 10 minutes straight, and eventually I could FEEL that He was about to strike me! O.O;;

Best way I can describe it is that it felt… electric. Like the static build-up of a lightning strike if it’s too close. Except this feeling was both inside, outside and around my body.

But at the same time the “static” build up, a fear I’ve never known before welled up in me as well. I shot one more insult and complaint Gods way before the static and fear became SO strong, that it caused me, within a split-second, to fearfully curl up into a ball on the floor and whimper:
"I'm sorry!"

It was within that very last split-second when I apologized that God instantly stayed his hand.
(Merciful is He!).

You can bet that I was extra careful when talking to God after that!
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