An Apology from A Young, Christian, White, Middle-Class Woman

Look everywhere around this world and you will see a mess. People are messy, families are messy, need I even say that politics are messy. I don’t know about you, but living in this world bogs me down. Day after day I see hate screamed from Donald Trump and hear heart breaking stories of detestation towards numerous types of people in every news article I see.

This hurts.

I hurt for Muslims that have been targeted by ridiculous attacks against their religion. I hurt for refugees who aren’t welcomed with open arms after months or years of treacherous travel. I hurt for the LGBTQ community that faces ridicule even in 2016. I hurt for undocumented immigrants that receive a handshake from their employer and then are jeered at for “taking American jobs”. I hurt for Black Americans in Chicago and other cities who are told they live in crime and drug infested areas. I hurt for so many more.

The common thing between all of these? They don’t pertain to me.

I cannot begin to feel the pain that is laced within the rhetoric of people who spew hate. Even writing this I begin to cry for my brothers and sisters who have been attacked. Words have power. Words tear down.

I imagine you sitting in that white chair, surrounded by lush vines. I hem and haw over what I would say to you. So as someone who hasn’t felt the brunt of this hate, I need to apologize.

I’m sorry.

I am so sorry that there are many people who don’t respect your religion or even know that it teaches peace. I’m sorry that you are scared, for valid reasons, that the U.S. doesn’t want you here. I am sorry that there are still people who choose to judge and condemn you without knowing a single thing about you. I’m sorry that people stereotype communities and make rash assumptions. I’m sorry people find it easier to hate than to accept others.

The way we choose to see the world creates the world we see.

I choose to see the world, and you, as someone in my family and someone to love. Someone to understand and someone to learn from. Someone to stand beside and someone to be strong with. Someone who has a lot more experience and knowledge than me. Someone who I want to understand. Someone who is amazing.

I am sorry for those who choose to see the opposite of these things. You are valued and you are welcomed. Even if everyone else doesn’t think this, you have one young, Christian, white, middle-class woman who cares about you for exactly who you are. No questions asked.

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What We Don’t Deserve

“You deserve someone who knows what they want: and that what they want is you.”

These were the words that were uttered over me by a very dear family member as we were having lunch one sunny Florida day. “Did I deserve this?” I pondered as I ate my okra.

I had recently been through my first real heartbreak, one of many to come. I was young and felt as if I would never find (what I thought was love) again. What happened next was 3 years of finding myself. I traveled. I strengthened my relationships with family and friends. I latched onto every experience I could. I began to love myself.

During this time I met a man. Our romance began in a whirlwind. We spent multiple nights and days planning our futures together. Maybe we would serve? Maybe we would start our own business? The opportunities were endless. I fell deeply in love. But as quickly as our relationship started, it came to an end. I was lost.

I thought back to that okra lunch date years earlier. “You deserve someone who knows what they want: and that what they want is you” I said over myself.

6 months since then I’ve gone on multiple dates. Good dates turned into good talks, which ultimately turned into incompatibility. Nonetheless I stayed steadfast in the joy of the Lord. Then I truly met someone who rocked my world.

He is kind. He is passionate about me. He is loving. He comforts me. He wants me for me. He loves me despite every mistake I make, or how many times I erroneously lead with my feelings. I hadn’t simply met any man, but THE one who died for me.

Christ has come into my life in ways that I still have yet to discover. Many days I do not feel Him, but I know He is there. I know that He is working on me and mending me.

Through each heartbreak I’ve faced, I’ve been made a better person. Instead of getting angry easily, I physically open up my hands, inviting transparency in. I cry all the time now at the most mundane things. I am cognizant of how I try and realign my day to day thoughts. I take alone time to go to a farmer’s market or the library, because it fills me. I pray daily for those you have harmed me, or vice-versa.

These may seem small, but to me, each and every one of these things is God’s handiwork.

One of my favorite authors Lysa Terkurst says in her new book Uninvited, “If we will remember to return often to our Instructor…our Creator…we will discover His loving hands still pulse to continue making us. Tweaking us. Molding us. Filling us. And daily completing the good work He began in us.”

You deserve someone who knows what they want. And that what they want is you. The one who can ALWAYS satisfy this is the Lord. He’s whispered to me in the stillness, when I cry out to Him saying that He’s gotten my attention, what does He wants? “You.” He says. “You.”

We do not deserve the Creator of the entire universe wanting us, but it is freely given. That astounds me every single day. That despite the times I’ve messed up He wants ME. No matter what. And He wants you.

When 6 year old Dreams Don’t Go as Planned

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I very distinctly remember in elementary school that at the end of the day, when I got on the bus to ride home, I would think back on my day. I would process the good things that happened, as well as the bad. If nothing considered bad happened, it would be a good day. If something “bad” happened? Well…then the whole day was bad! And if that day was considered bad, then I would dream about my future. 

The dreams of my 6 year-old mind contained the following:

  1. Become Homecoming Queen (Nope…Though one of my best friends was!)
  2. Get married right after College (Nope…)
  3. Travel the world (Still working on it…)

All the dreams I had for myself in Elementary, Middle, and most of High School didn’t happen. A lot of them were close to happening, but didn’t. And that hurts. When your dreams are going as planned and then suddenly fall apart, it hurts more than anything in this world.

In the age of Fear of Missing Out, I am the Queen of it. Moving to new places and starting new jobs can all be draining. You wonder if there are others like you. Others who worry if this is all there is to life? That all your dreams will be just that, dreams.

You are not alone, I’m right here with you.

But what I’ve come to realize is that dreams are like playdough. They can be molded and reshaped if you don’t like how things turn out. They can become great cookies of starting your own business, or a beautiful butterfly of getting a Masters degree. They can morph from an ugly looking dog of a relationship to a precious octopus of a family. I have hope and faith it will happen to you and me.

And sometimes, like a few of my 6 year old dreams, the playdough gets so entangled and becomes a colored mess that you need to just throw it away. It’s not that the dream wasn’t beautiful at one point, it just was time for some fresh playdough. And that fresh playdough is ready for you to make something magical out of it.

Make something out of your dreams. Mend them and mold them as you grow. Most times, like me, your dreams won’t end up as you expected. But I can promise that with the hand of God in your dreams, amazing things WILL happen!

So, ya wanna know what my dreams are now?

  1. Continue to become a woman who loves the Lord and is as steadfast as Ruth
  2. To love people beyond my capacity
  3. Create meaningful relationships
  4. Become a mentor to someone
  5. Live without FOMO (Still a work in progress 😉 )
  6. Create a blog where people can come and feel understood
  7. Get married to the man who is God’s best for me, whoever that may be

Oh, and that note? It was handed to me last week by a little girl who I’ve never seen before and probably won’t see again, but who was around 6 years old. Pretty cool huh?