Our word for this week is….Build
I went to bed early last night, but as I woke I was bombarded with images and blogs and words about unexplainably tragedy. All of it. This week has me aching in my chest. It has me weeping for the families, sending quick prayers as I vacuum my floors, wishing to un-see the horror of the world.
In the next room sits the next generation. A group of four little ones. One of which is not the same race as the other three. We celebrate the fact she is Chinese. But we will also teach her she is American as well. She can be both. My children do no see her race. They do not even see her special need. They see her.
What happens when we grow up and start to see the color of the skin as something wrong and right?
To build a better future for my sweet babies, I must remember three things.
First is the foundation. They do not see differences if everyone starts the same. If our foundation is Jesus, and His sacrifice, and surrender to His will for our lives, and obedience and abiding – we know we can build on something that will last.
Second, we need one little step at a time. We can’t keep picturing the end result if we want to build. We do the next thing. One day at a time I teach my children about race, color, and even prejudices. Small steps add up to a long journey. But small steps is what we are asked to do.
Finally, we must have community. We need to be together on this. Not just me and my husband, but my church. They need to also walk with us – helping us to raise our children to love every shade of skin. Churches need to band together.
I pray for a foundation, small steps, and community to rise up out of these heartache and provide a better nation for our children. A better world.
Unless the Lord builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
the watchman stays awake in vain.
It is in vain that you rise up early
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
Five Minute Free Writes – Every week I join a special group of writers to write for FIVE MINUTES. No editing. No revising. Just WRITE. Each week the prompt is revealed Thursday evening.
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