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Red & yellow, black & white

August 23, 2017 by Kristin 20 Comments

“After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, ‘Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb!’” – Revelation 7:9-10

During an interview with an adoption agency, a social worker grilled Greg and me about whether we could effectively parent a child who wasn’t white. She said she thought it would be harder to have a black baby in our rural small town. She questioned and prodded in ways that made it clear she didn’t think we were capable.

Tears welled in my eyes then and again now as I think about our small church. In the rows of seats, a teenager from Nepal, a son and daughter from Liberia, another boy from China call this place – their families, our church, this country – their homes.

One of our dearest friends is from Kenya. We long to go to back to Guatemala sometime. I have white friends with black and brown babies.

Sure, I notice people’s skin color. I also notice their hair color, and T-shirts I like. I realize people come from different places, making them sound and look different. I didn’t need my kids to look like me. Turns out, they do. But their skin tone wasn’t a requirement for our family.

And that’s what I told the social worker years ago.

“Jesus loves the little children / All the children of the world / Red and yellow, black and white / They are precious in His sight / Jesus loves the little children of the world”

Sure, being a minority in a small western Kentucky town may be harder. But parenting brings other potentially difficult circumstances to the surface.

God obviously knit together the five people He wanted to be a family – our family. I’m forever grateful for that and have no doubts we are who was meant to be together. But sometimes I remember that conversation with the social worker – and race wasn’t the only hard part of it – and am disappointed she didn’t believe in us.

Even so, since then God used where we had been and what those experiences taught us to solidify even more of what was to come for our family.

The social worker didn’t ask me how I feel about my oldest daughter’s biological father being Iranian. She didn’t ask me what I would do if my son was diagnosed with ADHD. She didn’t wonder how we would handle medical situations or behavior problems our kids, like any kids, could face. She didn’t give any credit to the community around us.

God has written beautiful,
colorful stories around us.

{Tweet that.}

Motherhood is constantly surprising. I’m surprised in good ways when my kids do things I didn’t realize they could do and say things that prove they really are listening. Sometimes I’m surprised with difficult, exhausting situations I’m not sure how to handle, but God provides wisdom through His word and the people He’s put in my path.

The social worker was fixated on skin color and I knew then and still believe now that one single part of a person – even a part one may notice first – doesn’t define him or her. People from all tribes and nations will one day spend eternity together worshiping the God who made us all and creates families.

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  1. Susan Shipe says

    August 23, 2017 at 6:11 am

    I love the title of your post today. I also like what you said “Sure I notice the color of a person’s skin but I also notice their hair, their shoes, their tee shirt.” Not quoted verbatim but close enough. WHO CARES? God looks on the heart as we should also. xo

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    • Kristin says

      August 23, 2017 at 3:22 pm

      Right, I agree. My point was just that: I noticed the visible differences like I notice anything a person is wearing. But that doesn’t matter. I’m always glad to have you here, Susan!

      Reply
  2. Michele Morin says

    August 23, 2017 at 6:17 am

    My youngest son’s best friend was adopted from Ethiopia by his parents, so he’s been part of our family since the boys were tiny and it didn’t matter that they spoke different languages. (That sure didn’t last long! Wow, kids are smart about language acquisition!)
    Thanks for these helpful and peaceful meditations on race. Looking forward to the day when all colors, nations, tribes and tongues gather around Jesus and our eyes will be focused on Him!

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    • Kristin says

      August 23, 2017 at 3:21 pm

      Kids are such bridge-builders, really. I’m glad your family got to have that experience with your son’s friend. Thanks for being here, Michele!

      Reply
  3. Meghan says

    August 23, 2017 at 6:24 am

    “their skin tone wasn’t a requirement for our family.” You go girl! I love this. You inspire!

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    • Kristin says

      August 23, 2017 at 3:20 pm

      Thank you, Meghan!

      Reply
  4. Becky Hastings says

    August 23, 2017 at 8:15 am

    First of all, thank you for sharing your heart. It’s brave to speak into the race discussion because it’s so tender right now. I know it shouldn’t be, but it is.

    My parents have adopted 5 kids that are black. They grow up in an affluent white town and live fairly sheltered from the tension of being black. But when it’s not spoken of, that’s when we are in trouble. I’d rather speak respectfully and get it wrong so I can learn, than pretend it’s a non-issue.

    When we approach race tenderhearted with the desire to honor God and one another we are able to change the racial climate around us.

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    • Kristin says

      August 23, 2017 at 3:20 pm

      I really appreciate your perspective, Becky! Yes, not speaking of something like race is dangerous because it continues to separate us that way. I’m glad you’re here!

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  5. Sarah Geringer says

    August 23, 2017 at 8:33 am

    Such a pertinent story for these times, Kristin. I admire your open heart and Christian sensibility, which is sometimes rare in small towns (like mine). Keep persisting in your adoption dream, and I’m sure God will reward you.

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    • Kristin says

      August 23, 2017 at 3:18 pm

      It’s been on my mind, so I decided to put it out there. I’m glad you could be encouraged, Sarah!

      Reply
    • Kristin says

      August 23, 2017 at 3:18 pm

      Also, I’m pretty sure our family is complete through our three adoption processes that God used to build our family, but I learned never to say never. 🙂

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  6. KellyRBaker says

    August 23, 2017 at 9:12 am

    I love how you described the diversity down the church row. In between the lines, you portrayed that it’s normal-it’s family-it’s right. Skin tones don’t define us. Amen.

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    • Kristin says

      August 23, 2017 at 3:14 pm

      It’s family. That about sums it up. Thanks for being here, Kelly!

      Reply
  7. Maree Dee says

    August 23, 2017 at 2:28 pm

    I like that you were honest in saying, “Sure, I notice people’s skin color. I also notice their hair color, and T-shirts I like.” Noticing is not the problem it is our thoughts, actions, and words that make it a problem.

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    • Kristin says

      August 23, 2017 at 3:15 pm

      Thanks, Maree! I mean, I do notice, but I don’t think it defines WHO they are, you know?

      Reply
  8. Lisa notes says

    August 23, 2017 at 8:27 pm

    This is a beautiful testimony to God’s grace in weaving a family together! You’re so right that none of us can predict the issues that we’ll face as parents, whether it’s our biological children or adopted children. Life can’t be patterned out that way. What a beautiful family you must have, Kristin!

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    • Kristin says

      August 24, 2017 at 12:55 pm

      Thank you, Lisa!

      Reply
  9. Patricia Krank says

    August 23, 2017 at 8:58 pm

    What a beautiful picture of diversity Kristin. Thank you and blessings to you.
    Patti

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    • Kristin says

      August 24, 2017 at 12:55 pm

      Thank you, Patricia!

      Reply

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Telling stories is my therapy and I love sharing them with friends on my porch.

The main characters in my stories are my entrepreneur husband, our high school girl who never forgets, our middle school boy who has no fear, and our joy-filled first-grade girl. As we live out our stories, we seek God as the author of them all.

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