That simple, yet dangerous, prayer led me to begin again. God soon filled my heart with a new vision: to become a professor and to use the professorial platform to speak and write about issues of race and Christianity.
I, like Pontius Pilate, have a change of heart when presented with the reckoning.
Husband and I lay, backs on the bed staring at the ceiling, no kids at home. Finally, time alone. How would we spend this time? Would it be as all the times before? Pretending we weren’t hurt? Hovering surface level?
…from deep down dig it out phrases – shrapnel caught in the ligaments of my new place, this new place I call grace.
When I imagined this series, I wanted it to touch people in a way that offered hope in the treacherous terrain we’re navigating right now.
Let’s hang on to s’more goodness.