imagine being black (part 3)

Thank you, friends, for being willing to listen and to dialogue about these issues. (Catch up on Part 1 and Part 2 here.) I know, for some of you, it’s a squirmy, uncomfortable thing. For some of you, it’s new and confusing, and you don’t know what to think. And it’s easier to just click away, back to somewhere light and safe. For some of you, who have lived these stories (and more), it might …

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imagine being black (part 2)

If you missed Part 1, here you go. Our pastor, Rich Johnson, posted a link on Facebook earlier today that made my heart sing. Because the title? Is exactly what God has been pressing on my heart. It’s Time to Listen: Feeling the Pain Despite the Facts. Because, while I have been so, so, SO encouraged by so many white friends working so hard to understand what it’s like to be Black in America and …

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imagine being black

“Why do black people have to make everything about race?” “We’re never going to move forward in this country if people don’t stop playing the race card.” “Maybe if Michael Brown would’ve had more respect for authority, this whole mess wouldn’t have happened.” “Why doesn’t anyone complain when black people kill each other?” I’ve heard all of these and more this past week-and-a-half, and it makes my insides churn. With every day that passes, I feel …

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a white ally to black people?

This is kind of how it goes. 1.) News happens. But 2.) I don’t really pay attention. (I’m “too busy” warding off bedbugs and preparing to move across the world and mindlessly gluing cards with The Dancing Elephants and posting Instagram pics of our life at Abbey Lane.) For whatever reason, I use Facebook more for personal stuff than political. I like to see what my friends are up to, but I tend to block …

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the scoop on cambodia

I’ve been putting off writing this post because it means a lot to our family, and I want to get it right (and well, Bedbug Patrol is keeping me hopping). And we tossed around the idea of Gabe writing the post, so the naysayers (actually just one so far) could stop naysaying. But, as Gabe would say, I’m the writer, not him. And after the one-pager I wrote to our friends at the leasing office this …

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the good, the bad, & the buggy

God is good. I’ll start with that. He is with us; he is for us; and he’s going to get us through this, no question. Has the last week been easy? Heck no. But do others have it waaaaaaaay worse than us? Heck yes. Where do I even begin? First, you’ll need to catch up if you haven’t been around these parts in the last week or two. Here’s where we announce our plans to …

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free to go

If you missed our big announcement yesterday, you can read it here. Or I can just tell you: we’re moving to Cambodia. And can I just say THANK YOU!! for your overwhelming, overjoyed responses. You people are THE BEST. (And for anyone bothered by the comment from “A Friend” yesterday, I may address it in another post. Or Gabe’s got one in the works, too, so I may let him handle it.) So, I mentioned …

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one-way tickets

You know how I love to tell dramatic, suspenseful stories that LEAVE YOU HANGING at the end? Oh, so much fun. Well, guess what? It’s your lucky day. Not even gonna drag this out until the 3rd paragraph. Our family is moving to Cambodia. I know! Insane! Except some of you are thinking, “Wait? Why is this news? You’ve been saying, ‘Cambodia or Bust!’ for months now. I’m so confused.” Well, back in March, we …

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swallowed pride

I cried some humiliated tears tonight. Before that, I said some angry words (including “hell” and “freaking”). Before that, I thought some sad thoughts, some hurt ones, some angry ones, all mixed together. It seems silly now. The past 10 days have been kind of emotional. A week ago Sunday, we got the shocking, heartbreaking news that my niece (29 weeks in utero) would most likely not survive outside her mama’s womb. On Monday, we …

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jubilee kate peters {6.30.14}

Oh, Jubilee. Beautiful, precious Jubilee. I love you so much my heart hurts. Not a second goes by without a thought of you. I burst into tears over and over again just when I thought I was all cried out. Thank you for letting me tell just a piece of your story from my perspective, because your mommy and daddy are too weary and heavy with grief to do it, and we want the world …

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