Embracing Identity in Christ In A World Divided on Race
I felt the heaviness envelope me. 4:30 in the morning has its own kind of quiet, it’s own kind of weight. It carries its own brand of dreams and its own awakenings. As I fed and cuddled my three-month-old in the dimness of the darkened bedroom, I sensed a grief settle down on my shoulders … Read moreEmbracing Identity in Christ In A World Divided on Race