-A Broken Creation-

Our world is broken. The world that God created is broken and it scares me to death. As Christians we are told to fear God. Proverbs 14:26 states "In the fear of the LORD [is] strong confidence: and his children shall have a place of refuge. That should make me feel safe and secure, but the reality of it is I am not perfect. I sin every single day and even though I ask for forgiveness, I always have that fear that I'm just not doing enough. I'm repenting enough, I'm not trying hard enough, I'm not learning enough, etc. The way the world is and has been for the past few years really scares me about Jesus coming back. I want to know that I am living and doing absolutely everything I can to the best of my ability in case that happens. It continues to get worse over things that were supposed to get better as time went on. Racism. Have you ever looked up the definition? Racism: prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior. How awful. I'll never understand why people are like that. My husband is black and my uncle is a State Trooper. While I can completely understand both sides to the situation, I'll never understand why there will always be the white vs. black dynamic. In my own personal opinion, there are terrible white people and black people in the world. There are always those particular people in each race that ruin it for their entire race in general. God created all of us in His image. We don't know exactly what Jesus' color of his skin was, but we know that His Father created all of us like Him. Why is it so hard to love one another? I will be honest, I never knew situations like this even existed anymore until I met my husband. I was that little naive, completely oblivious small town, white girl who didn't know anything about racism or discrimination because my parents didn't raise my brother and I like that. I never saw racist acts even growing up where I did. But once I met Bradley and people knew we were dating I saw a totally different side of people. I couldn't believe the things people said to me or how people treated me. He told me when we first started talking that we would deal with heartbreaking situations simply because he was black. I was floored when he started to explain exactly what he meant by that. I had no idea racist, prejudice people still existed. I mean come on we're in the 21st century. Over the years I have become more aware and definitely angry about it. I do not hate anyone of any race, gender, or sexual orientation. I might not agree or support some decisions but I definitely do not hate anyone for their choices. It is not our job to judge others in any way. I know people judge me because I chose to marry a black guy. I know people judge him for marrying a white girl. I know people are going to judge our daughter because she is mixed. I hate it, but that's the world we live in. People don't take the time to get to know someone, they automatically judge based on appearance. Which is what seems to be happening in these tragic events. My only question is; if a cop walked up to a vehicle, saw a white man in a sketchy car, in a bad neighborhood, would he/she automatically think they needed to protect themselves? It would depend on the cop, just like it would depend on the person getting pulled over. I hate that I have to worry about my husband every time he leaves our house because of people like this. I don't want to have to worry about my daughter when she starts school, or sports, or when she starts competing in events. I pray that we never have to explain to her that she didn't win a competition because she is half black. I hate hate hate even thinking about that. I hate that we have to raise her and our future children in a society and in a world like that. I chose my husband because I firmly believe he was created for me, and me for him. We work in strange ways that never would've worked with anyone else. I pray that my daughter never has to question her worth because of the color of her skin and I pray that my husband can live in a world where he doesn't feel judged. Our generation has to change the mindset of the population. As we raise our children we have to ingrain in them equality and love for everyone. It is our job now.

-Independence Day 2016-

Last 4th of July I was 31 weeks pregnant and we were getting ready to meet our precious little girl. This year, she was here and got to experience her very first Independence Day. Let's just say all the different types of food she got to experience for the first time was a hit. The fireworks on the other hand, not so much. When she heard the first boom she literally climbed up my grandpa's chest. She got to swim in a pool for the first time and eat watermelon. We had a fun filled 4th and it was so nice to spend time with family. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. I definitely didn't want to go back to work after the long weekend.