I am so overcome with sadness and confusion when I think of the darkness and despair of this world. When we struggle with our own sin, when we constantly attempt to teach our children right from wrong, when a loved one dies, when we experience divorce or desperation or tragedy. We see and feel the hurt and have this need to do something about the emotions we're experiencing. We're left with one of three decisions.
We can get mad at the One who created us. The One we know is in control and could put an end to all the hurt. Why is He allowing this? He isn't as loving as I thought He was. When things don't make sense, we find ourselves wanting to somehow push it away with rejection and hardness.
Or? We can deny His existence completely. This doesn't feel right, so this can't BE right. There must be another answer. Some other "truth." No way there can be a "God" when all of our world is suffering so greatly so often.
But both of these decision…
They had been BEGGING me to go here for months. Justus and Titus are both very interested in black history. They devour historical fiction books, nonfiction chapter books, kids' storybooks...anything they can get their hands on about black history. They ask to watch documentaries and movies about anything to do with Jackie Robinson or Rosa Parks or Martin Luther King, Jr.
I don't know what causes kids to grab hold of certain subjects or topics, and I know many things lose their novelty almost as quickly as the curiosity peaks...but this has been an interest for well over a year now. When I mentioned months ago that there was an African American Museum in Dallas, they made it their goal to pester me for a field trip until I found a good day. We finally made it.
This museum is FREE, and we even parked right in front of it for FREE. There was literally only one other group there. Of two people. So maybe it's not the most popular thing in Dallas, but we enjoyed it thoroughly…