Racism, prejudice, judgment, hate, ignorance-it all exists everywhere. Yesterday, it existed at the new park we went to in our little new town. Hard, hurtful words spoken by a small boy who didn't understand what he was saying. Spoken to strangers who were brown and not white like him.
I don't know how equipped I am to handle racism. I'm white and I grew up in a little town full of white people. I lived in Africa. Living in Africa changed me, taught me, humbled me, but I have so much to learn.
I pray that from a humbled heart comes graciousness that my children will also learn. My mom taught me so much about grace, gratitude, generosity, compassion, and love, just by being who she is. I pray that I may have a heart filled with love as well. I don't think I can protect my children from every harm and hurt they will feel (I wish I could). But I pray that having been raised in love and compassion, they might weather the storms they will face with strength, compassion, and courage. And a deep abiding faith in the God who loves faithfully and abundantly, to carry them through.