There’s something about the hashtag ‘black love’ that gets me excited. A feeling that makes me want that type of love. It’s that Michelle and Obama kind of love where you can’t help but to say, “relationship goals.” I know you understand what I’m talking about. This is the kind of #blacklove so many of us women desire.
Long posts on Instagram, Facebook and Snapchat are good, but not enough because this love comes through commitment. You taste its kiss during those hard conversations between you and your husband or significant other when love is slow to speak and seeks understanding. You fall into its arms when loving grace enables you to forgive by accepting that life is not always about yourself but the good of the other person. Love caresses your heart when you are able to put respect for the Imago Dei above the moments you most want to clap-back, even if it has a touch of admirable decency. This kind of love fights for truth, bears burdens when weak. I am talking about that kind of love that will need a lot of prayer and devotion to the Lord for a solid foundation. That’s my kind of #blacklove. That is the kind of love I want others to see when they see my husband and I.
Our black love is a reminder that the black family is being redeemed. Through our union generations of brokenness may come to an end. It is also important for those looking into my marriage to see a positive representation of a man and woman respecting each other. With all that you get from my marriage, may you see Christ redeeming two broken individuals to Himself .
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