Please Don’t Ask Me to Pray With You

Let my response to hard times be my own

Vanessa Torre
Nov 4 · 4 min read
Photo by twinsfisch via Unsplash

t’s been a hard few days. Twice this week, I have had arms circled around me and been brought into prayer. I have had someone take my hands in theirs and ask to pray with me. It seems like an act of kindness and connection. I still struggle with it.

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Vanessa Torre

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Going through life like a flaming pinball. Nerd, music lover, horrible violin player. No, I won’t stop taking pictures of my drinks. vanessaltorre@gmail.com

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