Prayer and Love

Sunday, 31 May 2020

Yesterday there was an "I Can't Breathe" protest organized downtown. I considered taking the kids because I have so much faith in the citizens of my city. My friends told me the protest was peaceful and loving and supportive. The Facebook live videos I watched of the afternoon protest were peaceful. Our city came together to support the vulnerable population we live with. I wished that I had taken the kids to the protest instead of the beach. I want to teach my children that when given the opportunity to stand up for justice, you must do so. 
I can't think of any reasonable people who do not also feel that black men, women, and children deserve to be able to safely walk down the sidewalk without being harassed or even worse, killed. I'm sickened by the hatred that has plagued our country. I was talking to a close friend last night, who is black. I love her dearly. I told her that I was driving down the road and saw a black man running yesterday morning. I really wanted to stop the car and get the kids out and run with him. I want to walk with my black neighbors because they are safer with me and my white children by their side. It's absurd! Black people should not need white bodyguards.
Last year, while walking Savannah into Kindergarten, we passed a man loudly voicing his hatred for the Muslim population of the school. Somehow the kids being Muslim was interfering with the education of his child. That notion is just absurd. I reported the incident to the school because I was scared for all the kids. Savannah's school is very diverse. We like it like that. I think it's important to teach love and acceptance of everyone, regardless of race, color, religion, nationality, etc. 
That is the day I began talking to Savannah about racism. The conversation was difficult, but necessary. I don't think she fully understands, but she will. What she does understand is that a day will come when she's hanging out with her friends without an adult around. People will treat her black friends differently than her, and may even be mean to her black friends; just because they are black. She really doesn't understand that because it is so ridiculous to a 6 year old. She knows that she has to stand up for her friends. That part she understands. 
Now let's get back to yesterday's protest. We didn't go because I was afraid the peaceful protest would turn into a riot. Sometime between 6pm and 7pm, that's just what happened. I saw a Facebook live video documenting the destruction. I read the comments asking the maker of the video to burn down our city. Not only did they want to burn down the downtown area, but to also move to the Town Center and burn that down too. My heart began to hurt for my city.
I did the only thing I know how to do. I came inside, turned off Facebook live and turned off the TV. The kids and I began to pray together. We prayed for God to not allow the rioters to burn down our city. As I was praying, I peeked at the kids. All 4 of these girls had their eyes closed, heads bowed, and hands together. It was an incredible time. We prayed for healing for not only our city, but for our nation. 
Less than an hour later, the sky opened up, and the rain came pouring down. There was more violence, but our city did not get burned down like so many other cities around the country. Our greatest weapons against this racism that has plagued our nation are prayer and love. If God will save my city after hearing the prayers of 4 little girls and a mother, He will heal our land of this crippling racism if we turn to Him. How do I know? Because His word says so. 

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