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I can’t chalk up everything going on to all white people being evil because I know and live out the opposite of that every day. I have to dig deeper. To be more careful with where my feelings take me. Where my anger takes me. The white people I see being silent, making jokes, and being insensitive don’t sway me because I love a white man who speaks against injustice, takes up the issues that impact others, and is compassionate.

We are not colorblind. No one is and that’s OK. Being colorblind isn’t the goal. Not associating superiority/inferiority to our differences is the goal.

I honestly never really think of the fact that I’m in an interracial marriage until times like this or when someone asks me questions like “what’s it like to be married to a white guy?” Umm the same as it is to be married to any guy I guess.

In times like the current state of our country it’s so easy to feel pressured to pick a side. I have not and will not do it. I continue to stand firmly on what is right.

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This week I have left a group when the majority of members had a discussion refusing to believe that racism exists even when a few of the black members shared their heart and their experiences. I left another group when there were cheers and comments of agreement when someone stated that they wished all white people would die and that the world would be a better place. I left another group when people spoke of wishing harm to all law enforcement officers.

It was all wrong. None of it was of God. None of it was productive or contributed to the advancement of our world. People are angry and hurting and boy do I get that but through what we say or don’t say we must remember that God is watching. Instead of worrying about what anyone else will think, believers should be concerned with what God thinks. If you are indifferent and unbothered by what seems to be happening so often to people of color in this country pray for God to permeate your heart with compassion. If your anger is causing you to lash out ask God to remind you that this place is not your final destination and to guide you into constructive ways to uplift your people.

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You see the white shoulder I lean on unexpectedly came with the most hurtful racist experience of my life.

I will never forget hearing that I wasn’t wanted in my husband’s family because I’m black and the fallout from that. I said and thought some things that probably made God say wow. I was ready to walk away from the entire situation, Bryce included.

But you know what else that shoulder came with? Other members of his extended family reaching out to me in love and disagreeing with the sin of racism.

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My husband deciding to completely cut off his foundation to create a new one not rooted in racism.

A man that supports me and helps me accomplish my numerous and ever-changing goals.

A man who stands up for others and speaks out against injustice no matter who likes it.

Were there times in the beginning that I regretted taking this path? Absolutely. But I am so thankful that I didn’t let the sins of people he was given impact the life he chose. With me.

In our house, we can’t choose the sides the world is pulling others into. So we will continue to stand for what is right, what is just, and what God commands us to.

“Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love” (1 John 4:8).

“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land” (2 Chronicles 7:14).

“Learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression; bring justice to the fatherless, plead the widow’s cause” (Isaiah 1:17).

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Jasmine Davis

Jasmine is a house flipping, homeschooling, IVF mom of four. She enjoys traveling the world and experiencing different cultures with her husband and children. Her mission is to spread the love of Christ and invites the world into her heart through her Facebook blog Marriage and a Baby Carriage.

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