I was around eight years old. My friend was ten. We were in express mart buying junk food. Because that's just what you're do when you're that age. And then we saw this lady. She was tall, beautiful, had amazing hair & she reminded us of Lisa Lopes from TLC. We were hard core into singing waterfalls, like, all the time. Except it wasn't our adoration she felt we had or what she heard. Instead she thought we were making fun of her. She turned around pointed that finger at us and nasty words fell all out. I was stunned. We didn't say a word. And that changed how I felt about the black community. That day changed things for me. My mama taught me to love everyone, no matter what their color. And I tried. Kind of. But fear played a big role. I was afraid to talk to the black girls at school. "And we know in all things God works for the good of those who love him...." Romans 8:28 She didn't yell at us because she was e...
"we tend to stay away from mourning and dancing. too afraid to cry, too shy to dance. we become narrow-minded complainers, avoiding pain and also true human joy. while we live in a world subject to the evil one, we belong to God. let us mourn, and let us dance." -henri nouwen