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Rated: E · Book · Inspirational · #1915520
Sharing experience and strength offers hope to those who seek wisdom.
#996917 added October 27, 2020 at 7:32pm
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Black Hearts Flutter
Bullet marker in pink."Thinking of you makes my heart flutter as though thousands of butterflies are lifting me away." ~eli_asenovaBullet marker in pink.

Pretty pink divider for my new blog.


I have not written much by way of the Black Lives Matters movement. It's such a strong, powerful, and touching statement that I feared I may misspeak and cause an uproar.

Something came to my heart today as I was on the bus going home from errands, though, and it made such an impact that I asked a young African American mother how she felt about it. She said it was thoughtful and worth sharing with others.

The "Black Lives Matter" slogan doesn't pack as much punch to me as "Black Hearts Flutter." Bear with me.

I know that Black Lives Matter. I've seen the horror, in person, of white people who did not think so. I've been a witness from inside a house while my African American friend was beaten mercilessly by white police officers when they thought that no one was around. Quite frankly, I was steaming. And when I came out to confront them, and they found out I had been watching them, they cuffed me too, with no rhyme, reason, warrant, nothing. I was a witness.

No. It's not enough to say, Black Lives Matter, because what's most important is that Black Hearts Flutter. Black Hearts Flutter when they experience the sadness of loss and despair. Black Hearts Flutter when their eyes dance with joy and laughter. Black Hearts Flutter when love and romance turn their smiles toward the sunshine.

These ordinary human emotions, feelings that African American people experience every day of their lives, seem to have been eliminated from remembrance in the midst of this, the worst time for violence in recent American history.

It feels to me that the Black Fluttering Heart must hope a little harder, pray a little more consistently, wish on more stars, and that is just not right at all. Because God made us all secretly, and God has no favorites. And since he made humans secretly that means he must have put incredible, secret things within that are worth Black Hearts shining to glorify Him.

Black Hearts Flutter just as beautifully, and maybe more so than any heart. I believe those hearts are fluttering in the direction of hope because hope is universal. Hope does not know the boundaries of racism. Hope only knows the vastness of optimism, and the broad range of possibilities we believe God has placed within us.

Pretty pink divider for my new blog.



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