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Beautiful Brown

It started off as a weird conversation with a 3-year-old about how Jesus has skin.

And then he threw a quick curveball I wasn’t expecting.

“When my skin gonna be white, Mama?”

Oh, darling.

“Your skin isn’t going to be white, sweetheart. God made your skin brown. It’s beautiful brown. I love it that way!”

His face was sad again.

“But I want my skin to be white.”

“Why? Because Mommy’s skin is white?”

He nodded. “And Daddy’s.”

Hugs and kisses and reassurances did nothing to make him stop asking for white skin. Over and over he said, “I want to have white skin.” Over and over I told him that he will always have brown skin, and it’s so good, because God made him that way.

I love his chocolate skin. I wouldn’t change it for anything.

It’s my prayer that in time God will help him understand the beauty of the color of his skin, and the beauty of our family with its mis-matched skintones. I see God’s grace in the shades of our skin. He made all of it, on purpose. And beautiful.


Kai on Bedtime
“I hate going to bed. It sca-wee in my woom.”
“I cried in my room today. Because it bery sca-wee in my woom. You turned da light off on me.”

Kai on Names
Mama: What is your name?
Kai: Kai Charles Rumley
Mama: What is my name?
Kai: Mama Charles Rumley

Kai on Sports
Kai tosses a football across the living room, and it crashes into the ground.
He shouts, “Good catch!”

Stay tuned for more 3-year-old wisdom yet to come…

Baby Belly

I knew someday the questions would come, but I didn’t expect them so soon.

He’s only a smidge over three years old.

But here we are.

“Mama, was I in your belly?”

“No, sweetheart, you weren’t in Mama’s belly. You grew in another mama’s belly, but she couldn’t care for you, so God let me be your mama.”

His face was so sad in that moment. How could a 3-year-old even begin to comprehend the implications of having another mama? How will he reconcile the knowledge that the one he kisses and declares “I love you, Mama” isn’t his only mama?

Of course, to look at him and then look at Luke and me, you’d think that it’s obvious that we’re not his biological parents. It would be extremely rare for two white parents to birth a black baby. (Let alone two in a row.)

But to Kai, we’re the only parents he knows.

So of course he should have grown in my belly. And of course he’s sad that he didn’t.

So it begins.

The joys of adoption mingle closely with the sorrows.

But we press on, because it’s worth it. God redeems sorrowful situations. And maybe they don’t stop hurting altogether, but we see His glory shining through the brokenness.

Amazing Delight

Baby Girl has reached the stage where she really, really wants to be independent, especially when eating. Which is a necessary development, albeit quite messy.

So you can see that I gave her some yogurt and walked away, only to be greeted by a very large mess when I came back to the table.

But I couldn’t help but smile.

Look at her delight.

That’s how we should feel about our relationship with God and His Word.

Blessed is the man
who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
but his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and on his law he meditates day and night.

Psalm 1:1-2

It begs the question, do I *delight* in the study of God’s Word? Consistency in reading His Word has always been a struggle for me (less so with BSF to keep me accountable, thankfully), and I rarely take the time for extended prayer (you know, longer than those little requests I think of while I’m doing the dishes and blocking out the chaos). If I really delighted in Him, I think talking to Him and reading His words to me wouldn’t be a struggle but something I refused to miss.

Surely my face isn’t as cute as that yogurty baby face, but I want my heart attitude to reflect that joy.

Conversely, it’s amazing to me that God delights in us! Zephaniah might be a rather obscure book of the Bible (nestled there among the minor prophets), but 3:17 is one of my favorites…

The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.

What a beautiful picture of our relationship with our Creator. We could never earn that love, but He gives it anyway, lavishly. Happily. Exultingly.

How amazing.


As a budding photographer, I’ve recently been fascinated by light. I’ll find myself awed by the light streaming in a window in the afternoon, or the way light catches my baby’s eyes, or (especially) the magic of Golden Hour (that hour just before sunset, when the golden sun nears the horizon). If I could build my dream house, it would have big, beautiful windows everywhere.

Isn’t it fitting, then, that I love 2 Corinthians 4:4-6?

“In their case the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. For what we proclaim is not ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, with ourselves as your servants for Jesus’ sake. For God, who said, ‘Let light shine out of darkness,’ has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.”

Jesus is our light. He shines on the dark places of our hearts. He illuminates.

Our family has been praying for a friend for many months, that he will see his need for Jesus. That he will understand who Jesus is and why he needs His salvation. That his eyes will be opened to the truth.

I find that praying with Scripture is a powerful thing, and yesterday I was praying 2 Corinthians 4:4-6 (the passage above) for this friend. God, don’t allow Satan to blind his mind, but instead illuminate his heart. Shine your light in the dark of his heart.

God is okay with my honesty, so I told him I’m discouraged that after months of begging, this friend still hasn’t had a spiritual breakthrough. I’m weary. God, do you hear me? Don’t you want his salvation, too? You are the all-powerful One; can’t you make it happen?

As I was crying out to God, I flipped the pages of my Bible, intending to read some of Psalm 119. But I was caught in prayer. To my shame, it’s not often I take the time to have conversations with God, and let me tell ya, I should do it more often.

After pouring out my heart, I opened my eyes.

And wouldn’t you know, God spoke to me through His Word. I mean, truly. I didn’t even look when I flipped those pages, so distracted by prayer, and this is where I landed:

Isaiah 9. “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone…”

It was as if God was saying, “Lacey, I AM the One who illuminates hearts. You ask for something that I long for, too. Trust Me. I see you, I hear you, and I haven’t forgotten you.”

Our God is so gracious to speak to us through His Word. The light He shines into our hearts is a beautiful gift.


Tell me, do you pray with Scripture? What are you praying for these days? How has God spoken to your heart recently?

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