Wednesday, December 9, 2009

In honor of the 4 fallen officers in Lakewood

Yep. The recent murders of 4 brave police officers hits way too close to home.
You see, I know what’s it’s like to lose someone so suddenly & tragically to a violent crime.
I know what it’s like to grieve as a child.
I know what it’s like to be hit in the face with the horrible reality and finality of the sudden death of a loved one.
My older brother was killed by a single gunshot wound to the heart in 1969 when I was only 9 years old.
I got up Sunday morning with the idea of doing some knitting some and a lot of cleaning.
When I turned on the TV I was stunned to hear the news of the senseless slaying of 4 Lakewood police officers.

My heart aches for the families and especially for the children left behind.
This is very close to home.
But given my painful past experience I know I can share with you some of the many ways the families (especially the children) need prayer.
Pray that the Lord Jesus will give the families peace that surpasses ALL understanding.
Pray the children will have someone there to listen.
Pray for healing tears.
Pray for the transition of the parents who now have to take on both roles of mom & dad.
And finally, pray the children do NOT live in fear and anger for the rest of their lives.
If you have the time please visit the memorial in front of the Lakewood Police Department. And let the folks in blue know you appreciate their service.

God bless you & yours.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I never thought I'd see the day.

Wow. What a day it's been. Nope. I never thought I'd see the day we'd have any person of color as president, let alone a Black man.

Many have been asked what this all means to them. I've been asked as well. I guess this is the best place for me to express my feelings.

I was brought to tears when I viewed President Obama being sworn in. I noticed the flow of tears were greatest whenever I exhaled. It was a feeling of relief. I felt relieved that I could finally hope for ALL our children without just talking about it but actually seeing it.

I thought about some of the ugly things I'd experienced in my past that have helped shape who I am today. I don't tell you these things because of the pain. I'm too prideful for that. I just want you to know why I'm so cranky. heh....heh...

Seriously, I remember my mother coming home from what was supposed to be a leisurely lunch w/one of her girlfriends. There was something strangely different about her demeanor that day. Mom told me she had been asked to leave from a local Tacoma private club because they "...didn't serve Blacks there." I'll never ever forget her humiliation & pain nor the fog that covered me the rest of the day. That was my mom, the center of my universe. In my mind she was in a place of honor. At age 8 I figured everyone else saw her that way as well.

I remember my highschool music teacher closing the door behind him and telling me (in private) he would not allow Black kids on the same stage w/White ones. I wasn't welcomed to be included in our elite high school jazz choir. The tears spilled from my eyes like a broken backyard facet. His eyes were cold and lifeless. They told me clearly he didn't care. He didn't give a damn about pain he inflicted on a hopeful young mind. He thought he killed my dream.

Have I ever told you about the time my 10 year old son Tyler was pushed off a dock on a Lake by a mischievous teenage White boy? Tyler was terrified. At that time he was a poor swimmer. As Tyler struggled his way back to the dock the 14 year old said to Ty, "Oh, that's right! You can only kind-of swim because you're only half white."

When a person goes through a constant barrage of negativity you have a couple choices. You can either crumble or you find a way to deal with it and do more than survive. I did a little of both.

I knew I couldn't go through life allowing others to dictate my mood. And I haven't. But I must admit I NEVER thought I'd live to see today.

For those who know me well they understand I don't agree with the President on several issues but my heart is moved as I realize we live in a multi-cultural country that is willing and able to vote for a person judging by them by content of his character and not the color of his skin.

You go, America. You go.