tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491374093193040421.post16397303712170565..comments2023-06-18T05:46:09.961-07:00Comments on A Pastor's Wife's Garden: A Reflection...of HimMonique Zackeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16014152088419663748noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491374093193040421.post-90574522647205390792012-06-13T11:25:46.924-07:002012-06-13T11:25:46.924-07:00Kenya, you'll love this. Me and Daughter #2 ar...Kenya, you'll love this. Me and Daughter #2 are relatively dark skinned for "white" people. For the longest time she drew us with the brown crayons and if she were trying to describe a classmate who was Asian, Middle Eastern or African American, she'd say, "you know, Mommy, the one who looks like us." Warmed my heart every time. <br /><br />So you didn't know it but we look just alike, sister. Both reflections of our Father. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491374093193040421.post-87637739845578378442012-06-12T17:07:08.088-07:002012-06-12T17:07:08.088-07:00One thing I grew up with in the south and somewhat...One thing I grew up with in the south and somewhat wear like scars is racism. My son knows diversity in a way that I did not. White is white and black is brown and it doesn't matter who he chooses to be his friends. With him and for so many other reasons I have tried to carry myself in a way to not judge those of my race or others. But sometimes times I fail in small ways. When my son told me about someone on his bus who was giving him problems my first question to him was, "Was he white or brown?" I was immediately ashamed. I knew as quickly as I asked him that it did not matter what color the boy was and I was already reflecting judgment on my sons character. It definitely speaks to me when you say, "We must change the mirror". Thanks Shannon. Great post.Kenya G. Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03901164070843042029noreply@blogger.com