Karen poignantly describes what she and her children face and the grace they choose to embrace as the family of a convicted sex offender (I totally did not intend for that to rhyme).
Here’s a little taste:
I am one who is a shade of gray in a conversation that others want to keep black and white.
I’m not the victim.
I’m not the offender.
I’m one who loves and sees value in both human beings. I choose to look at them without the mask of their label. I choose to see the heart and soul God created for a spectacular purpose that supersedes this ugliness that comes from hell itself.
That’s why I choose to use my voice and be loud.
Loud about audacious grace, unyielding mercy, tenacious hope, and glorious redemption.
I have seen and experienced its reality of being available for ALL who are affected.
This really hits home for me because of things my family has experienced. I believe that there’s a movement coming, born out of the grey area that Karen writes about, and I believe it’s a movement of grace!