I can’t let my heart have free reign – I have to let Christ have reign of my life. And that is hard.
As a parent, I want to give my son a great knowledge of the Bible, of morals and values, of being an honorable man full of integrity. “Things” are not important.
I’m exhausted because, while I didn’t vote for any of the three major candidates, I know it is now my Christian responsibility to pray for the ones who won.
But my son can never remove his skin, and he never made the choice to be born Black. He didn’t choose to have people at our recent Freedom Festival parade skip over him for the second year in a row and not give him candy while the white kids on either side of him got handfuls handed to them.
Our son’s heart is our responsibility, and he certainly can’t guard it on his own. So we will.
Last Thursday was our first day back to our Classical Conversations Community after winter break. It was a crazy day, and it ended with a visit to a friend we hadn’t seen in a while, homemade pizza, and the Little Man and I both crashing by 8:30. Part of CC is learning a timeline of… Continue reading Mommy? What is slavery?
Today our son is six. Yesterday he was born, I’m pretty sure. I mean, it feels like yesterday. If I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his newborn body in my arms, smells the newborn smell, remember the overwhelming cascade of emotions I felt that day, hear his first cries when… Continue reading six.