How many of us have known oppression in some form? Often we contain our joy even upon our emancipation because there is shame attached to our struggles. We silently pump our fists in the air, proclaiming our freedom meekly to ourselves, lest the world see our suffering has ended, lest others know we have suffered. Sometimes we choose to wear our own shackles long after they've been released. They are so familiar, so fitting, holding us to our self imposed limitations. It's transformational when our light flickers enough that someone recognizes it and stands behind us, blocking the wind until our flame can catch it's own strength.
So my prayer is this: Joy to those who have been set free! Love to those who are still negotiating their freedom. Thanks to those who have blocked the wind for me. Peace to those whose flames need nurturing. Comfort to those who can't yet let go of their struggles. Immense gratitude for the joining of all of our hearts, so that the joy of one we haven't met can fill us to overflowing. Thank you, God for freedom!