What Is My Part



I watched a restrained man begging for help and unable to breathe as men who were sworn to help knelt on his neck and stood by doing nothing. Then he died. 
This is the latest tragedy in a line too long to count. I have been asking again and again. Father, what is my part? How do I help? How do I not hurt? What would you have me do?
I was born in the deep south and was raised to see and respect all people. I was also born into a privilege that has shielded me from more than I know and blinds me to even more. Father, show me.
I want to respond like Jesus. I want to be angry and not sin like Jesus. I want to love like Jesus. Father, what is my part? 
We have to keep asking and then obey. If we want to help bring the change, we have to ask, and then we do something. Father, what is my part?

Don't Give Up



This picture was taken while I was deep into labor with my second child. I can vividly remember the exhaustion and the assurance that I could, and I would deliver her. I had done this before, and I knew for certain that I was made for this. Yes, it hurt a lot, yes labor lasted longer then I thought I could bear but, she came. We were both healthy had months of stretching and growing and get us both ready for birth.
You may be in the long stretch of waiting for the promised life to come. With every breath, your aching and stretching may be screaming at you. Remember, you were made for this. You have been here before with another promise, and it was delivered. You may feel this has taken too long, but just wait. Beauty is coming, and you will hold it in both hands! Press on. Life is coming!!!

Galatians 6:9
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.