something in the water

Friday, July 19, 2013

It’s been awhile since I posted links, as evidenced by the wintry date of one of them, so I thought I’d take the opportunity today. So here’s some of my favorite posts from the last few months:

Until I could ignore it no longer - The Stanley Clan

“Because I know these boys look at the news, staring into the eyes of Trayvon, and see themselves reflected. I worry for their safety, and for the anger I sense building in their hearts. More than anything, I want them to know the freedom found in Jesus. I long to impart to them the truth that they can shake off the shackles of poverty and racism, and rise above on wings of hope. But I also long for them to know that they are heard. That they are angry, and that’s ok. And when they are ready to listen, I will remind them that their anger does not define them. I will remind them to rise and grow into the men they are already becoming. I will assure them that we recognize and echo their cry for justice, and that we will keep marching and fighting alongside them until the day when that justice becomes reality.”


One Way We Discriminate - Flower Patch Farm Girl

I can't pretend to even know the half of it, but I can tell you that it doesn't matter what color your skin is, if you show up wearing house slippers at an office staffed with middle class people, there is a good possibility that you will be flicked away like a pesky house fly, not trusted with important information about your own life or the lives of your children, not given the time of day. If you want our genuine help, our full attention and all of our available resources, bring someone along who looks, acts, talks like us. We'll talk to her.


If I had known then, what I know now... - The High Calling

“I remember taking Big Sis to get her nails done. She was incredibly verbal that she was a foster child. As soon as she mentioned it to the woman doing our nails and hair, she was asked how long she had lived with us. At that time it had been a year. The woman responded with, Don't you want to be adopted by your momma? To which, Sis replied, She's not my momma. She loves for me and cares for me, but she's the one cheering for my momma to get better.”


Whenever we have a new kid enter our home, one of my first tasks is to make a music playlist for that child. I believe so strongly in the power of music, in the ability it has to shape our brains and thoughts, even while we sleep. So I try to pick songs with healing words, with soothing tunes, with all the promises that I want these little lives to learn and believe. The one I made for Sweet M, while filled with that type of music, begins with a song that’s not very reflective of all those things I just said. It’s just that I can’t stop singing it to her. While she’s sleeping, when she wakes up, when we’re dancing around the living room in those late night hours before we attempt to put her in her crib. I sang it the first night we came home and every day since. I don’t know exactly why, but the song and Sweet M make me feel the same way. It’s our song.


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