Dear Holy All

. . . Or Holy Awe, Divine Existence, Maker and Keeper of Truth, Exquisite Love,

My heart is troubled as I write these words. I feel fragile. I feel deep sadness. I feel a sense of responsibility for those who didn’t/don’t have a voice, those who were/are oppressed. I don’t feel weak but I do feel uncertain. I continually search my heart for the next right step, but nothing is clear. There is so much to do. I want to make a difference but the path before me is dark and obscure. I know that you did not give me a spirit of timidity, but one of quiet power. I come to you this day asking for divine inner vision, clarity, strength, as I search the depths of my heart, as I discern the work you’re asking me to live into.

As a person of privilege, of a race not historically oppressed, how can I use my gifts to right the wrongs of the past? I know I can’t do everything but I can do something. What is that something, or what are those somethings I must do? I trust, oh Holy Awe, that you will make a way—that you ARE making a way—making the path visible, so that I may live into these strong movements I feel inside but don’t yet have the clear vision to walk.

May it be so.

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