There is much, and nothing, to say. But for now, I am listening. I am researching. I am examining my own biases. I am heartbroken and ashamed. I am beginning to think about necessary and important texts and conversations to explore with my young children. I am researching ways to support local small businesses owned by Black and Brown entrepreneurs. To my friends of color. To vendors of color. To potential clients of color. To all POC in our community. You are so loved by the Creator God who made you beautiful in His image. I cannot comprehend what life is like for you on a daily basis. I cannot know your fears. But I am committed to be better, think better, do better, and love better for you. Isaiah 32:3 “the eyes of those who see will not be blinded, and the ears of those who hear will listen.”
We were in Italy one year ago. I never would have imagined as we explored this wide world how upside down it would turn just 365 days later. Forever grateful for @shannonmoffit for inviting me outside of my comfort zone. This trip expanded my perspective and breathed life into my anxious heart.
This is August. Don’t you just love his name? It was a top contender for me when naming Mason, but like everything else in marriage, we compromised and I conceded because Matt hoped to share initials with his son (so sweet). I love hearing the stories of where and how babies are given their names! How did you name your children (present or future)?
“There are moments that the words don't reach. There is suffering too terrible to name. You hold your child as tight as you can, And push away the unimaginable.” I don’t have words for the heartache of this world these days. But I hope to soon. For now, sitting with the weight of it all. I have more questions for God in this season than I ever have before. For now, reading Ecclesiastes and prayerfully surrendering that we may never understand in this lifetime.