This blog is a chance for us to tell our story and shine the light on the God who wrote it.

It is also a place for me to bring into the spotlight the millions of orphans around the world who are waiting for the Body of Christ to fulfill God's command to "care for orphans and widows in their distress" (James 1:27)

Soli deo Gloria... (All Glory to God Alone).

9.21.2014

A Letter to My Son... On Being Colorblind

Dear Beniam-

There's something I want you to know.

I am not colorblind.

Some say "Love is blind"- meaning when you love someone you overlook their faults.

Your skin color is not a fault.  It is a gift from the God who made you in His image.  



Your dark brown skin... those long lashes... that amazing smile... and that one little dimple in your cheek.  He thought about each feature and He made only one you.










He made me in His image, too.  Your mama with the skin you call salty-caramel... and a hundred million freckles.



You might wonder how can this be?  We are so different from the outside, you and me.  How can we both be made in His image?  Which one of us really reflects who God is?

And the answer, my son, is both of us.  Or really, all of us.  You and me and your Chinese sisters and your biracial friend and his Puerto Rican father and little Sela in Indonesia.




Hey, Ben, can I tell you something awesome?  


God cannot be contained in a race or a gender and the truth is it takes all of us.  All of us put together portray the truest image of God.  God has chosen to reveal himself through our diversity.  (Diversity is when everyone is different and when you put us all together we make something beautiful.  Breathtaking.)


Just like he makes the sun set every day in a different way- one day bright orange with hues of pink and purple.  And the next covered by clouds with only faint yellow streaks poking through.  Every one is different.  Designed by a creative God to get our attention and whisper to us- "I am here."  Because if they were all the same, we would never stop and look and all of the sudden feel small and free and know we are not alone.  Crazy how a sunset can do all that.






And it's crazy how I feel when I look at all these kids God gave us.  You and your brother and sisters.  When you're playing together and I stop and really look at you... like so many sunsets.  And I feel small and free and know I am not alone.









So you see, Beniam, your mama... she's not colorblind at all.  Doesn't want to be.

I'm just standing here with eyes-wide-open not wanting to miss one second of this breathtaking view God has given me.   I see you.  I. see. you.  

I see you and your beautiful brown skin.



And I love it.