Thank you for the prayers. I don’t really pray anymore. So I hope it’s ok to nod to the divine vicariously through all of you (‘yeah, what they said... bring it please’).
Nadia, I want to thank you personally. Your many posts and prayers have been feeding my soul because late the hate coming from my local church has made me choose to not listen to it at all. I am longing for this period of our lives to be over where we can get beyond the hate and bigotry and go back to being good people. The thing is, I am not sure everyone was a good person to begin with.
I pray for our nation as a whole because honesty I have very little faith in the political system itself. I fear one side less than the other, but that's as far as it goes. I pray for the politicians to finally see the populace as people no matter their skin tone, gender, sexuality, social status, economic status or education level.
I pray for those that are have lost loved ones. I pray for all of you on the front lines working in hospitals and with the sick and elderly. I pray for all of us teachers whether or in-person or virtual. (I swear that I don't remember school being this emotionally exhausting. The mental load is far heavier than it has ever been.)
I pray for my family. My 14 year old twin girls have been turned off to Christianity by all the bigotry and hate they found in the church. I pray that God speaks to their heart so they can what I have been saying--Christ offers love and compassion, not hate and judgment. I ask for the Lord to give me the right words at the right time or that God send someone else into their life that can speak his truth in a way that they can see and accept.
So grateful for your prayers Nadia. One thing that is keeping me going is the hope that this is all part of God's plan. The Black Lives Matter movement revealing yet again the breadth and depth of systemic racism and urgent need for change. A boundary-breaking administration forcing us to care about democracy. The pandemic has so many lessons. Revealing how much our elders and relatives mean to us, how desperately we need an affordable, efficient, equitable health care system, the value of family time and the creativity blossoming to help us all endure it. Online learning highlighting the digital divide, yet another inequity in our country. Due to the pandemic a spotlight on the importance of science. Fires raging bring attention to our climate change crisis. And even the retail economic crisis, while devastating to many, teaches us that endless accumulation of stuff isn't fulfilling. Also, maybe it's time--and just in time--that we take our air travel carbon footprint to heart. The next big reveal is coming this winter... how will we respond to our unhoused brothers and sisters? God is speaking... are we listening and responding?
God is love and God made us in God's image, therefore we are Love. I also have to continue to remind myself of this. I am love. I must love others including who I perceive to be my enemies. It feels impossible, but feelings always pass. Love isn't a feeling but an action and a being. God, source of all and only Love, help me remember when I feel angry, hopeless, sad and scared that they are not WHO I am but just what I am feeling and it will pass. Love is eternal.
Thank you for that. My brother lost his wife last night and I’m numb. I hiked 5 miles this afternoon through God’s beautiful forest but I couldn’t see the beauty. I was in my head and not my heart. I will read this beautiful prayer every day. Thank you again.
There is so much I’m praying for. There is so much I’m hurting over. Every day is a battle and I am so weary. How can we help others or expect them to help us when we are all in this state of perpetual exhaustion? Please God, show up. I really, really, really need you.
What do I pray for? Every morning, I pray for the sick and suffering. I pray that I stay sober. I pray for my partner and our family. My sister died on COVID in July, I pray for her and those like her. Most of all, I pray that I don't become "Miami Elizabeth" and turn into a real asshole. At night, well, I pray for this country. I try not to be snarky but my ego sits on my shoulder and sometimes wins the argument!
Thank you for that wakeup. I sent emails to several senators Friday night and I may have used that word freely. Tracking toward love might have been more productive.
Nadia, thank you for your vulnerability and honesty. I needed these Sunday prayers so badly today. I have been given the eyes to notice a God who did show the hell up today. Thank you so much.
I will add you to my prayer list. That is an awful feeling when you are feeling so much that no words come. May God grant you peace and rest in him so that you can find your voice.
God, help us become the people we mourn. Remind us that nobody on this planet decides what comes out of death, that only you do, and that you do pretty freaking amazing things. Turn our fear of uncertainty into a feeling that deep down we are “enough”, and have enough, especially when it feels like all the adults have gone AWOL. And please do this all again, like, every 5-10 minutes. Amen.
I am praying like crazy for this country. Every day, every week bring new reasons for division. Lord, please remind us all that building the community You want requires us to take a deeeeeep breath and work with those we think are stupid or unethical. Help us remember that You are the final judge -- we're just the worker bees.
And Lord, especially in these 10 Days of Awe, help me focus on humility and forgiveness, so I can approach the next 6 weeks with my heart in the right place, pushing to do Your work.
I'm one of the admins for Wall of moms Denver. Texts like this are becoming the norm in a life I no longer recognize.
Emergency evacuation for at least 30 people. These only happen when armed militias are out. Just so happens those militias are composed of racists, but that sounds judgmental so the media calls them counterprotesters.
These people just happen to be sex workers, incredible individuals who advocate for public policy in the name of harm reduction to themselves as well as the community. Last night was the Rocky Mountain Sex Worker Coalition Slutwalk. The walk ended early with an emergency evac because a bunch of racists brought their guns to town and were so bold as to advertise it on Twitter.
I am an Abolitionist. Not just a carceral abolitionist, that's a small but important part, but that's the part that I wrestle with in these moments. Humans don't belong on cages. Cages do not drive hatred from hearts much less heal those hearts, and I have no idea where to begin crafting harm reduction policies when it comes to hatred.
So instead I check Twitter and remind everyone that if they call for me that I will come for them, that I will always come for them, and hope that the love I'm spreading in the community isn't subtly creating hatred at home. My kids are little and this calling has kept me out much longer than I prefer but we don't yet have enough people responding to these calls. I've broken promises and missed bedtimes and the toll it is taking on their spirits is noticable. Am I healing the world or destroying theirs? Some nights I'm not sure but I don't know how NOT to respond to emergency evac texts from vulnerable people.
Lord, help me, and my 4 sweet babies, as I try to make this world safer for them, that I do this FOR them, that they are never less important or loved.
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I pray for me.
Hey God,
1. help me love the people that don't think like me, even if i don't like them
2. show me you have plenty of shade under your tree for all your children, even if i don't like them
3. remind me often that I am not your shade-master.
thanks,
chuck.
Thank you for the prayers. I don’t really pray anymore. So I hope it’s ok to nod to the divine vicariously through all of you (‘yeah, what they said... bring it please’).
Nadia, I want to thank you personally. Your many posts and prayers have been feeding my soul because late the hate coming from my local church has made me choose to not listen to it at all. I am longing for this period of our lives to be over where we can get beyond the hate and bigotry and go back to being good people. The thing is, I am not sure everyone was a good person to begin with.
I pray for our nation as a whole because honesty I have very little faith in the political system itself. I fear one side less than the other, but that's as far as it goes. I pray for the politicians to finally see the populace as people no matter their skin tone, gender, sexuality, social status, economic status or education level.
I pray for those that are have lost loved ones. I pray for all of you on the front lines working in hospitals and with the sick and elderly. I pray for all of us teachers whether or in-person or virtual. (I swear that I don't remember school being this emotionally exhausting. The mental load is far heavier than it has ever been.)
I pray for my family. My 14 year old twin girls have been turned off to Christianity by all the bigotry and hate they found in the church. I pray that God speaks to their heart so they can what I have been saying--Christ offers love and compassion, not hate and judgment. I ask for the Lord to give me the right words at the right time or that God send someone else into their life that can speak his truth in a way that they can see and accept.
I pray for rest. My soul needs a recharge.
So grateful for your prayers Nadia. One thing that is keeping me going is the hope that this is all part of God's plan. The Black Lives Matter movement revealing yet again the breadth and depth of systemic racism and urgent need for change. A boundary-breaking administration forcing us to care about democracy. The pandemic has so many lessons. Revealing how much our elders and relatives mean to us, how desperately we need an affordable, efficient, equitable health care system, the value of family time and the creativity blossoming to help us all endure it. Online learning highlighting the digital divide, yet another inequity in our country. Due to the pandemic a spotlight on the importance of science. Fires raging bring attention to our climate change crisis. And even the retail economic crisis, while devastating to many, teaches us that endless accumulation of stuff isn't fulfilling. Also, maybe it's time--and just in time--that we take our air travel carbon footprint to heart. The next big reveal is coming this winter... how will we respond to our unhoused brothers and sisters? God is speaking... are we listening and responding?
God is love and God made us in God's image, therefore we are Love. I also have to continue to remind myself of this. I am love. I must love others including who I perceive to be my enemies. It feels impossible, but feelings always pass. Love isn't a feeling but an action and a being. God, source of all and only Love, help me remember when I feel angry, hopeless, sad and scared that they are not WHO I am but just what I am feeling and it will pass. Love is eternal.
Thank you for that. My brother lost his wife last night and I’m numb. I hiked 5 miles this afternoon through God’s beautiful forest but I couldn’t see the beauty. I was in my head and not my heart. I will read this beautiful prayer every day. Thank you again.
Oh God how horrible. So sorry.
So sorry Donna, standing with you in your pain
Thank you so much Megan. Much appreciated.🙏
🙏🏾
There is so much I’m praying for. There is so much I’m hurting over. Every day is a battle and I am so weary. How can we help others or expect them to help us when we are all in this state of perpetual exhaustion? Please God, show up. I really, really, really need you.
What do I pray for? Every morning, I pray for the sick and suffering. I pray that I stay sober. I pray for my partner and our family. My sister died on COVID in July, I pray for her and those like her. Most of all, I pray that I don't become "Miami Elizabeth" and turn into a real asshole. At night, well, I pray for this country. I try not to be snarky but my ego sits on my shoulder and sometimes wins the argument!
Peace.
prayers for my mom who is battling ALS and nearing the end of her life.
Like others I am loose with the word hypocrite. I pray for help to be uncomfortable with that recognition and for help to track towards more love.
Thank you for that wakeup. I sent emails to several senators Friday night and I may have used that word freely. Tracking toward love might have been more productive.
You speak so clearly to us rebel hearted, so openly vulnerable by choice. Thank you, dear woman, thank you.
Nadia, thank you for your vulnerability and honesty. I needed these Sunday prayers so badly today. I have been given the eyes to notice a God who did show the hell up today. Thank you so much.
Throwing my hands ups. Grateful to borrow the words from this group because my heart can’t string any together right now.
I will add you to my prayer list. That is an awful feeling when you are feeling so much that no words come. May God grant you peace and rest in him so that you can find your voice.
God, help us become the people we mourn. Remind us that nobody on this planet decides what comes out of death, that only you do, and that you do pretty freaking amazing things. Turn our fear of uncertainty into a feeling that deep down we are “enough”, and have enough, especially when it feels like all the adults have gone AWOL. And please do this all again, like, every 5-10 minutes. Amen.
I am praying like crazy for this country. Every day, every week bring new reasons for division. Lord, please remind us all that building the community You want requires us to take a deeeeeep breath and work with those we think are stupid or unethical. Help us remember that You are the final judge -- we're just the worker bees.
And Lord, especially in these 10 Days of Awe, help me focus on humility and forgiveness, so I can approach the next 6 weeks with my heart in the right place, pushing to do Your work.
Amen.
"emergency evac, 30+"
I'm one of the admins for Wall of moms Denver. Texts like this are becoming the norm in a life I no longer recognize.
Emergency evacuation for at least 30 people. These only happen when armed militias are out. Just so happens those militias are composed of racists, but that sounds judgmental so the media calls them counterprotesters.
These people just happen to be sex workers, incredible individuals who advocate for public policy in the name of harm reduction to themselves as well as the community. Last night was the Rocky Mountain Sex Worker Coalition Slutwalk. The walk ended early with an emergency evac because a bunch of racists brought their guns to town and were so bold as to advertise it on Twitter.
I am an Abolitionist. Not just a carceral abolitionist, that's a small but important part, but that's the part that I wrestle with in these moments. Humans don't belong on cages. Cages do not drive hatred from hearts much less heal those hearts, and I have no idea where to begin crafting harm reduction policies when it comes to hatred.
So instead I check Twitter and remind everyone that if they call for me that I will come for them, that I will always come for them, and hope that the love I'm spreading in the community isn't subtly creating hatred at home. My kids are little and this calling has kept me out much longer than I prefer but we don't yet have enough people responding to these calls. I've broken promises and missed bedtimes and the toll it is taking on their spirits is noticable. Am I healing the world or destroying theirs? Some nights I'm not sure but I don't know how NOT to respond to emergency evac texts from vulnerable people.
Lord, help me, and my 4 sweet babies, as I try to make this world safer for them, that I do this FOR them, that they are never less important or loved.
BTW, if you need help, here is my Twitter: https://twitter.com/coachmkfleming/
The Wall of Moms Denver Twitter exists to amplify rather than respond. I manage the response team. If you'd like to join, please DM us on either Twitter account or on FB.