Devon and my journey of waking up to racism
For about four months now, I have been pressing into the uncomfortable place that lies between ignorance and motivating-awareness.
Before, I turned a blind eye, a deaf ear, a walled-up heart that wouldn’t let in deep sadness and others’ pain that I can never fully understand. It was a deep expanse of Unknown, this thing that I was sort of aware of but didn’t acknowledge. Continue reading “december 30 . 2016”
written as I consider the pain that I see being felt all over the world
Lately, I have been feeding on His faithfulness because He has been so good, because He is good right now, and because I need to constantly remember that He will always continue to be good, will never cease to be good, and is even better than I think He is.
Dear Reader, if you claim to know Him yet felt your insides squeeze a little when you read one, two, maybe all of the phrases right above this one…oh, I’m praying for you tonight.
The One who takes an interest in the state of the country.
The state of this hemisphere.
The state of the world.
The One who sees the brokenness of humanity – all of us – yes, the red, yellow, black, and white ones. Continue reading “july 29 . 2016”