Writing to Understand

I can’t get out of bed today. It’s nearly one pm, and I can’t summon much energy or hope, not after last night. I have so many things I want to say. A lot of it isn’t kind. I’m wondering if I say it at all or wait or what. 

Instead, I will speak to my people, the marginalized, the underdogs. The women, those surviving a brain disorder like OCD or otherwise, people of color, the Muslim community, the LGBTQ community:

I love you. I’m a Christ-follower, and by his example, I love. My God’s heart was and is for the people society deems “less than”; mine is too. I stand with you. I fight with you. I’m in your court, shoulder to shoulder with you. I see you. I weep with you. You are my sisters and brothers.