A week ago, I submitted my rewrites for Kids Talk Justice. I wrote and edited like a madwoman for the twelve weeks of summer. Everywhere. It was the hardest work of my life. In the late hours of the night, I wrestled with words.
These topics are not easy, made more complicated by the difficulties facing our nation.
I expect the next round of edits to be equally hard. This is my promise and prayer, I will not give up.
Proximity is essential in our lives.
We need it now more than ever. So much has happened.
There is so much hurt and unkindness. So many fractures.
I promise to keep listening. Wrestling. Struggling. I would do it over again because sometimes the most important things are the hardest.
Like this photograph, sometimes the most important things are simple too.
A drawing close.
A prayer for changed hearts.
A seeking of justice.
A call to never give up.