A pink crayon in hand, I concentrated on turning the frown into a smile. I methodically changed the tiny “No Coloreds Allowed” sign into “Coloreds Allowed.” A first grader with thick, colicky bangs and light pink jelly sandals, my mind and my heart couldn’t compute the coloring page in front of me. We were finishing up a unit […]Read More pink crayons and reconciliation
Spring ventured out of hiding this week, and our little family has been welcoming its arrival with walks to the park, bike-riding adventures, and sidewalk chalk sessions. It has felt so good to come out of hibernation, to let my boys replace their heavy winter coats with lighter zip-up hoodies. The Midwest weather has been […]Read More black hoodies and kitchen table tears
This post is pulled from Megan Hyatt Miller’s blog. You can see it in it’s original state here. I particularly like her 4th and 5th points. While talking with a friend about our adoption recently, she made a comment that adoption just seemed so trendy—all these upper-middle class families running around with their brown babies […]Read More Adoption: Movement or Trend?
When I think about the racial make-up of my own family, I am reminded that it is an affirmation that the gospel is true, not because racial distinctives can or should disappear, but because they can be embraced and celebrated at the same table when we remember that we are one family—the family of God. […]Read More