I swore I would never treat my children the way my siblings and I were treated when we were growing up. I swore my kids would never have a reason to question whether they are loved.
No amount of police shaming or race shaming is going to fix what is wrong with our world. Neither will stereotyping, race-baiting, or hashtagging. Truthfully, the color of a person's skin is the least of our worries. Sin doesn't care what color our skin is, it simply looks for a chink in our armor. We don't need other countries to destroy us, they just have to sit back and wait for us to destroy ourselves--to allow sin to destroy us, one choice at a time.
I knew when I started this journey it wasn't going to be easy, but somehow I didn't expect it to be quite so difficult either. My love and Faith in God isn't wavering--it's growing deeper and stronger-- but I'm floundering. For every step in the right direction I take, I seem to take a hundred steps back the way I came. I don't want to be the person I was. I didn't like her much then, and I'm really not a fan of her now.