|Meeting Jesus as a Black Woman in a White City|
I asked God to rescue me from a place I hated. He wanted me to stay put.
Kim Cash Tate
It’s one of my most vivid memories as a girl: sitting on the edge of my bed, face angled toward the window, eyes peeled for my daddy. My heart would race as a new set of headlights approached—maybe that’s him—before sinking as the car passed into the distance. Still, I’d hold on to hope. From the time my parents divorced—I was four—I looked forward to these planned outings with my dad.
Although they were both college-educated and hard-working, my parents ...
Friday, July 12, 2019
Meeting Jesus as a Black Woman in a White City