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When Laws Make it Difficult to Breathe and Feel Safe
Will you pray with me?
I’m going off-script today. Today, I’m not your editor, fellow writer, or owner of publications. I’m not sharing a meditation or gratitude. Today, I’m a woman of Korean-German descent, who you know from a virtual distance, asking for prayer.
I feel awkward and vulnerable. I’m over here biting my lip and nails at the same time as I write this, wondering — afraid, really. What will my readers think? I don’t write that to receive validation. I write that to share how uncharacteristic and awkward I feel.
I’m being vulnerable in a way that I normally am not.
But, here’s the deal — I believe in the power of prayer, so I’m reaching out through the digital wires of communication because I believe we’re better together and from what I’ve read, some of you believe the same thing. I also believe that community means we listen, read, and hold others up so they can keep going.
Today, I need your prayer to keep my head up, keep going, and keep smiling.
I’m feeling like the past few years have been a roller coaster for issues of race, sexual orientation, gender, gun violence, and whatever else you want to throw on the table. And, with so much confusion, hatred, and power mongering, I find it difficult, on…
