Tuesday, October 25, 2011


Someday I want to post about the amazing questions Mister has been asking lately about skin color. It has been deep around here lately and I want to remember what his heart was telling me about being a brown-skinned baby in a white family at age four.

But until then, here is one of conversations where my intentions to nurture fell flat, flat, flat...enjoy a giggle on us!

I love this picture from Rwanda and finally framed it yesterday. I was excited for the kids to see it and fit it into our conversations about race. To me it speaks to prayer and community. When Mister saw it he said, "Why are those people all waiting for sanitizer?"

Oh well. Try again tomorrow.

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