Inhale. Exhale.

I’m finding it hard to breathe.

There is so much to grieve. People of darker shades and dimmer family histories reporting they cannot go anywhere without being suspect; people like myself hearing a clanging noise telling me to judge, if not ignore and keep away at arms length.

I’m finding it hard to breathe.

The willingness to not be like Christ to others; the willingness to not see Christ in others. Am I like Peter sitting around the warm fire, saying I don’t know of this Jesus you speak?

I’m finding it hard to breathe.

Maybe if I stop breathing I can find new Breath to inhale.

I cannot let cries for mercy go unanswered. I cannot. No more. There is so much to grieve. It’s time to exhale.

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