Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer.

Yesterday I got a speeding ticket. It wasn’t my first, probably won’t be my last, and I didn’t cry or shake or fear calling my husband. I did something much, much worse. As I watched the officer in my side mirror, slowly approaching my car, I thought, “I’m white.”

I don’t want to live in a world where my skin color makes me privileged, yet I know that is the reality and I don’t know how to change it.

Lord Jesus, help us. Turn the tide of racism, ignorance, and violence. Help me figure out how to make a difference.

I’d like to share a prayer my fellow writer and special needs mom wrote yesterday.

For those who are killed or otherwise treated in demeaning ways for the skin they wear everyday and yet receive no justice, we pray to the Lord.

For those who are targeted or mistreated for the uniform they put on and take off for each shift, though the aftermath of attacks against them are already treated with justice, we pray to the Lord.

For mothers and fathers who fear their black babies might become a hashtag one day, we pray to the Lord.

For the allies who are willing to listen to their friends and neighbors of color and sit with them in their pain without trying to defend the indefensible, we give thanks.

For officers, like those in New Jersey this week, who show that it can be possible to neutralize a perceived threat and even arrest an armed terrorist without killing him, we give thanks.

For those who bear the name and image of Christ, that we may recognize His image in the faces of our black brothers and sisters instead of labeling them as big bad dudes, we pray to the Lord.

For those who get more upset when men and children peacefully protest the national anthem than when unarmed men are murdered and rapists are released, Father, forgive them.

For those who didn’t speak with boldness against these injustices until they felt personal, Father, forgive us.

For us to hear lament in the cries “black lives matter” and respond with nothing other than the empathetic words, “yes, yes they do,” we pray to the Lord.

For our country to not whitewash our prejudicial sins by demanding forgiveness from certain groups but refusing to make amends, we pray to the Lord.

For us all to be willing to have the hard conversations and make needed changes, we pray to the Lord.

For the church to rise up as ones who follow the God who is just, we ask for your conviction, Holy Spirit.

Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayers and move our hearts.

Shannon Dingle‘s writing has been featured on The Mighty and Scary Mommy, and she has spoken at more conferences than you can shake a stick at. Recently, her family was featured on the Today show. Shannon recently left her position in speaking and writing at Key Ministry “to focus more intentionally” on her family and her own writing.

New here? Glad you made it! I write about my unique joys and challenges as Mom to Henry, a smart, tender, quick­-witted, train-loving, autistic 10-­year­-old with an infectious smile. I long to encourage autism parents and empower all to see inclusivity doesn’t have to be difficult - it can be beautiful. Like what you see? Sign up here to receive news and occasional freebies just for insiders.

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