Police Wife Prayer | Police Officers Wife Prayer
As a police wife, we send our officers off with a kiss and prayer that they will return okay. This can cause us to have police wife depression or anxiety. As a police wife from Los Angeles for 9 years, I have had rough nights when my husband worked way over time, I could not get ahold of him, and all that I could do was pray. Prayer is powerful, so use prayer as often as you need. Please check out my heelsandholster: a police wife devotional book, filled with 41 police officer wife prayers for your husband, so you can have it near your bed or on your phone as Kindle book as needed in your marriage.
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A Police Wife Prayer to my Husband: An Excerpt from heelsandholster: a police wife devotional
Always on Duty
Bible Verse: 1 Peter 5:7
Casting all your anxieties on him because he cares for you
Story: Japan Visit
The summer after we got married, I had the opportunity to teach in an exchange program for an Okinawan. We traveled to mainland Japan first and ended with a week in Okinawa for my lecture. In mainland Japan, we started in Tokyo, followed by Kyoto, and ended in Osaka.
We biked across a red bridge overlooking a river in Kyoto. We also passed young people in traditional Japanese kimonos, which we did not see much of in Tokyo. I remember wearing one once when I was a kid for a performance in Hawaii. I was sweating as it was high humidity and 80 degrees. Unfortunately, I began to get a rash on my leg. We searched for a pharmacy. Not speaking the language, I was unsure how we could get help. Rick was a natural at exploring new places, and the Japanese people were also so kind in each city we visited. They went out of their way to communicate with us, using their phones to translate. I was forever grateful.
We slowly rode down an alleyway. There was what looked to be a garage open to the alleyway; we could see chairs of men sitting, waiting for something inside. We caught a glimpse of young, barely dressed women inside as well. Rick told me that it was most likely adult dancing or prostitution. Without him there, I would not have thought that.
That night in Kyoto, we were resting in our hotel room. Rick checked his email and was surprised to find an email from a human trafficking victim he thought had returned to prostitution. She came to him after he caught her prostituting to retrieve a cell phone that the police department took into custody. After fidgeting a bit and looking over her shoulder, Rick asked her what was wrong. She told him that her pimp, who trafficked her across state lines, was holding her young daughter captive. Concerned, Rick texted me that he would be home late. That night, he recruited other officers to find her daughter. Luckily, he eventually found the daughter in the middle of the night under the care of an older woman paid by the pimp. They placed her in a car seat in the patrol car and took her back to the station, where the young girl was placed in the custody of child welfare. Rick then informed the trafficking victim that her child had to be with child welfare but that she could be with her daughter again if she found safety herself.
Rick also connected the trafficking victim with a social worker who provided peer support for human trafficking, who he met at the social work conference with me. He further arrested the pimp, but he was released before charges were made. Without a victim, there is no crime, and the trafficking victim did not want to face him in court. Rick lost touch with the victim; over time, he thought she went back to the pimp until he received the email. Her email chronologically outlined what happened after they lost touch. She had returned to the pimp for some time. She sent photos of her lowest moment with bruises covering her face. Those photos were followed by pictures of her happy with her daughter, and she thanked Rick for helping her. She told him that since she was beaten badly, she got the help she needed and could get her daughter back and move back to the state she came from. Rick hardly ever hears “thank you.” I know it meant the world to him.
After visiting Osaka, we traveled to Okinawa by plane. Rick always liked to sit on the plane until most people got off before he deboarded the plane. Whenever we did this in the U.S., I found that we had to sit there for what seemed like forever. Japanese people were so much more efficient than Americans. They had their bags ready and each row of seats deboarded so quickly, one after another. My lack of patience appreciated it. It took me time to realize that Rick’s desire to wait allowed him to remain calm and deboard in a less crowded environment.
We were picked up at the airport by our translator, a 93-year-old Okinawan man who referred to himself as “young.” He had a paper that said “Linton,” which made my day. He informed us that we would have dinner with a Professor who would host my trip. After getting settled in the hotel, an Okinawan social work student picked us up in his car with another student as a passenger. They had Jay-Z playing on the radio. Rick loves Jay-Z. One of the students was trilingual in Japanese, Okinawan, and English. The other did not speak English, but they rapped to the Jay-Z song much better than I ever could. The students immediately liked Rick and invited him to the next day's lecture. We originally thought Rick would just relax in the hotel while I lectured, but our students had other plans.
The next day, we met at a classroom on campus. Students brought me and Rick coffee. Rick, unlike most cops, was not fond of coffee. He was told by a Training Officer, “Don’t be one of those cops stopping at Starbucks,” suggesting that those officers were lazy. It took Rick 15 years on the job before he began getting Starbucks occasionally. I, on the other hand, am obsessed with their drinks. I had never had an American student bring me coffee, even though I had been teaching as a university instructor for several years.
The Okinawan social work students were fascinated by Rick’s work as a Los Angeles city police officer. They said that because of movies they had seen about Los Angeles, “I would be afraid to visit.”. On the last day of class, I asked Rick if he would present on his work in the gang unit in South Central, and he showed photos of gang members and tattoos. One of the photos was of a young boy. Rick said he talked to him one day and then learned that he had been shot dead the next day. I knew Rick had said that the gang members kept shooting each other, but it was much different to see a photo. Rick told this story with an emotionless tone, and I felt bad that he had to relive that memory.
Prayer
Heavenly Father, I pray for peace for my husband. I pray he can get away from it all and not worry about crime, victims, or perpetrators. I pray that he can lose himself in a different place of peace and calm. I will ask my husband to take his vacation time when he can so we can enjoy life together as a family.
I wish for our home to be an escape from it all. While our home may not be perfectly peaceful, I will ensure that it is an overall happy place for our family and a rightful escape for my husband to recover from his work.
Police Officers Wife Prayer
I created a free printable police wife Bible study including 40 Bible verses to read on your own as a police officer wife prayer or in a Bible Study group. These 40 Bible verses are also included in my heelsandholster: a police wife devotional book, which also includes complementary stories and prayers to focus your discussion based on common themes in police wife marriages, such as:
always on duty
communication
concealed carry
engagement
faithfulness
finances
dark humor
finding peace
coworkers
holidays
how my officer sees things
hypervigilance
injured on duty
loneliness
motherhood
new love
newlyweds
passion for the job
police hate
prioritizing the marriage
resentment
trauma
wedding
wives make sacrifices too
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