I couldn’t sleep last week. My heart ached and my stomach was in knots.
On top of all the hate-filled rhetoric of the RNC, I had been engaged in more than a handful of conversations that left me tired emotionally. And then disappointed in myself for being tired and wanting to disengage.
On Saturday morning, I watched children choosing free books to take home and read, smiling and thrilled to be told they could take a second if they wanted.
On Sunday, I listened to my boss gently challenge my congregation to step beyond their comfort zones and trust God to help them love our neighbors… and say very kind things about me.
I saw three friends going well out of their way to make sure that a fourth made it home safely when she felt ill
I walked in the middle of about 100 people who long to see our community become a safer place where it is clear that Black Lives Matter. A beautifully diverse crowd of all ages, faiths, and ethnicities. Holding hands, chanting, walking into a better future.
Monday night, I sat in a theater listening to Broadway stars offering their talent and hearts in support of the LGBTQ community here in Orlando. Singing, dancing, laughing into our new normal.
This morning, I listened to our First Lady “go high,” offering a word of hope as we enter the next phase of this campaign season.
About halfway through that speech I realized I was crying.
Tears of relief and release.
Tears from a heart that was full to overflowing with faith.
Because love had shown up.
Over and over and over again.
Visibly, tangibly, audibly.
And that is how love wins.