As I sit in the back of a literacy class and watch these courageous women, I'm truly in awe at their determination. This woman, whose name was Cynthia, came to the board and painstakingly wrote her name. What must it feel like to see your name for the first time, and know that you were born and given that name? It's as if you exist in the world!
What a privilege to sit in the back of the room and watch a woman walk to the board to write her name and know that you have given her just a small piece of your spirit and soul as you have prayed over her and all those in the classroom. And to be surrounded by the color black everywhere you go fills your heart with HOME.
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