For most of the years before getting married, I struggled with feeling beautiful. I had come to a place of accepting that this body, this face, this skin tone was given to me by God and I accepted it, but when I looked in the mirror and compared myself with other women, I failed to…
In these years of me being a mom, I cannot help but reflect on how my parents raised me. I don't think that I understood their process back then. Sometimes it got on my nerves. My brother and I many times would sit in our rooms fussing about how "too much" they were. It seemed…
Again I appeal to the church. When we share our experiences with racism I sometimes wonder if the silence is also because of not knowing how to respond? Maybe you think "Well I'm not racist...I didn't do that...What am I supposed to say or do?" etc. But the scripture that comes to mind is…
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