I have watched the news this week more than I ever have. I have watched it horrified and afraid. You see I have 2 small, handsome mixed Grandsons and I am afraid. Afraid of my lack of perspective....afraid of my lens....afraid of my privilege, my entitlement in the midst of my privilege. Afraid I wont DO anything or do the wrong thing. I had an I will this week to see how often I judge ....and I am afraid at what I have seen, in me. I have judged the young man, his parents, his neighborhood, the police, journalists, pundits and blogs, opinions and lack of opinions. Does it help to tell you I am crying as I write this, confess this to you...I am afraid of who I am and what I see...Isaiah 55:8 started me some time ago. My thoughts are not His thoughts, my ways are not His ways...I am afraid of my always going toward my ways. And then I stop....I am broken. I hear....there is no irredeemable harm I hear....Grace and i know repentance leads to Grace. Seeing where and how i am broken leads me to GRACE I hear....Jesus But what if they dont hear it, dont know it?? Then again Is 55:8 resonates and I have to start all over. I am afraid BUT that cannot stop me from moving always toward Him, Hes got a plan and I have to surrender my ways and PRAY His ways and my obedience to WANT that more than anything. Racism exists BUT Jesus does too. I have 7 amazing Grands and I am learning to TRUST in the midst of fear. Thats what I want for them.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 21:14:32 +0000
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