The Color of Love.
I married a man far from which anyone who knew me would never think I would be with. I grew up in a 3 girls 2 boys single parent home. I was not taught color but it was understood " Just don't let their parents know where we live". We always had people of every color at our house but I never dated outside my race til I met my husband. My other siblings dated but I went all the way. I married outside my race.
What I have learned is his love for me and my love for him is stronger than any challenge we have been through. I have many stories to share about my life in an interracial marriage and I will start with the one that hurt the worst. ..... My father did not walk me down the isle. When I told him that I was getting married he said he wanted nothing to do with it, and he didn't . nothing. No conversation not interaction no introduction. Nothing. And not one of my uncles on my fathers side of the family attended my wedding. Not one.
But this is how our God works,
When our youngest daughter graduated from high school she invited my father and he came. After the graduation my husband went over to my father and said his daughter needed her father and we were given a do over. It was all a misunderstanding because someone else stuck their nose in our business and it cause my father to back off.
We spent 13 years not speaking because of it. I know it was the God I serve that bought us back together because the devil would have allowed it to continue. I also owe the greatest of thanks to the wonderful husband how stands by me when I can't stand for myself.
I love the God I serve. He had given me a beautiful relationship with my father and a Ride of Die Marriage with my husband of more than 20 years.