8 years ago I was in an attic packing and listening to the inauguration of our first black president. It was one of those times you remember right where you were.
Our family was starting a new era, moving across the globe, leaving what we called home with many questions as to the future. And America was transitioning too, taking a step to healing the wounds caused by my ancestors. The past 8 years have showed us that growth is messy. Fits and starts, victories and defeats.
I can say honestly that we are a much healthier family than we were 8 years ago. We have stronger relationships, better suited work situations, educational resources and a web of friendships that lift us up when we need them. But none of these things came immediately when we moved. We had friendships that ended in disappointment and hurt. We had schooling situations that were not a good fit and jobs that were full of daily stress. But over time we learned to say yes to the good and no to the bad. With counseling, honesty with ourselves, and just plain old good fortune we have cultivated a life-giving home here.
And that is the journey our country is still on. We are still in a hot stuffy attic, figuring out what matters enough to keep and what should be cast away. What do we need to be healthy, to be whole, to have a society that gives life and not death? These are the messy questions we have not yet answered.
God, give us the strength to join together and walk towards light, life and health.