Black history is American history, which means it’s not just relegated to one month every year. So I challenge you to pick up a few of these throughout the rest of 2018!
It’s your mama’s birthday today. You give her strength. You give her hope. You are the best gift she could ever ask for. She hopes you’re a gift of grace to this fragmented world.
This column is me trying to encourage you to see womanhood, not as a tiny, segmented box that we all have to fit into, but a gift from God that’s intricately woven into his story in creation.
This move involved me submitting to my husband’s leadership. But it involved sacrifices for all of us. As we continue to forge our family’s identity — as both of us continue to make this the Holmes home — I’m grateful for every lesson that comes my way.
It’s not my job to give you a checklist. That scares some people. They read my blog and think what the heck will these women do if they don’t have the caricature to live by?! The answer: the Word.
We can break free. We can walk by the truth of the Scripture and leave the culture baggage right there on the shelf.
We have a choice. We can rely on the sword of Truth, or on the sword of an old-school propaganda technique.