A post on sisterhood may seem unrelated to the holiday our Nation observes every year, known as MLK Day. We'll get to that in a minute. 

We know that MLK day is a day in honor of the life of a man who lived his life in service to a cause. A cause of peace, unity, and equality. Martin Luther King, Jr. was an amazing man who fought tirelessly to end laws and practices that caused division in our country and in our homes. He delivered profound speeches that caused people to feel something. To want to be a part of something greater than themselves. Isn't that what we all want, really?

He made sacrifices of himself and his family--their safety, their comfort--in order to provide those things for nations to come. For people who may or may not ever appreciate it. 

Which is where this post on sisterhood comes in. 

An open letter to this man of humility, kindness, and courage.

Dear Dr. King,

Thank you. Those two words seem so simple, but yet there really isn't a more profound phrase I can think of. 

You see, you knew what our world could be. What it should be. What our Lord and Savior wanted it to be. 

You lived out the scripture in Isaiah 61 where it says, "The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners." Yes, this scripture is talking about Jesus, but I believe that this is ultimately what God wants for all of us. To spend our lives trying to offer something better to others. To offer a release from hatred, selfishness, and despair that can only come through Him. 

Because you chose to fight for these things-- for redemption for the broken and dignity for those who can't find their own voice, for equality and unity and peace-- I have these two beautiful daughters. 

These children are a result, in part, of your hard work. Bryan and I would not have existed in the world you lived in, but we can exist in this one that you helped to pave. We can have a relationship that isn't based on our race or background. We can have a love that is pure, and reflects God our father, without the fear and chains that would have bound us apart when you were alive. 

And the product of that love--my daughters. I see both of us reflected in them every day. I see their chocolate skin that's rich and beautiful and mine. I see their dark and radiant curls that are their father's. I see their stubbornness, their fearlessness, their gentleness, and their tenacity that are inherently both of us (although the stubbornness I attribute mostly to their father:). 

I see beauty in them inside and out.

I hate to think of a world where a love like mine and Bryan's doesn't exist. 

Where children like them don't exist. 

They are game changers. World changers. And I know they are here to do amazing things. 

Unfortunately the world you hoped for is still broken, flawed and filled with people that have a heart of hate. This will be the case as long as humans are on this Earth. We are flawed and can never be fully at peace as long as we are left to our own devices. BUT we are better. And we will keep fighting for things to be better. Keep striving to bring peace to a world filled with turmoil. 

So thank you, Dr. King. Thank you for the gift that your sacrifice has given me. I will be forever grateful.