Wednesday, July 27, 2016


There are over 1,025,109 words in the English language.
Over one million words and yet I am struggling to find the perfect ones.

What words do I string together to accurately describe the last 20 years?
What words do I use to express how absolutely crazy I am about my man?

I became Mrs. Keith Harmon 7,305 days ago and yet it seems like yesterday.

We stood side by side at the altar and listened as our Pastor spoke these words…

“Keith, never sacrifice your marriage on the altar of ministry.  Although ministry is important, it’s not more important than your marriage.  Jackie, in ministry, your husband is going to face adversity.  Your tendency is going to be to defend him.  Don’t.  Your job is not to defend him but to pray for him.”

We took those words to heart, passed them along to our friends in ministry, and 20 years later, those words are just as important today as they were then.

It’s amazing.
It’s hard.

We have lived a lot of life in the last 20 years.
We have experienced great joys and great sorrows.
We have walked through the happiest of days and the darkest of days.

It’s important.
It’s worth it.

I have spent this week asking myself two questions…
(1)  Is my marriage a marriage worth duplicating?
(2)  Does my marriage accurately display the love of Jesus Christ to the world?

If not, what do I need to change and work on?
How does my answer to those questions reflect my walk with the Lord?

Marriage can be tough, but it was all God's idea and He had a specific purpose and plan when He designed it.

My marriage to Keith is suppose to make me look more like Jesus.
My marriage to Keith is meant to display love, forgiveness, grace and mercy.
My marriage to Keith is designed to point people to Jesus and bring glory to God.

It's a serious commitment.
It's suppose to be forever.

Today and everyday, I choose you.
Happy 20th Anniversary!

Thursday, July 7, 2016


I have two sons.
One white.
One black.

I am a white mom with a black son and days like today, with news of black men being shot for being 'just black in the wrong place', I forget that I’m white.  I feel things that I never felt as a mom of a white son.

I feel rage.
I feel scared.
I feel sad.

I feel the need to take a stand, to protect my son, to fight back.
And then I remember, I’m not black.

I don't have your personal experience, but I desire to understand.
I don't pretend to know how you feel, but I join you in taking a stand.

I am a white mom with a black son who has Autism, and that combination worries me.  If he finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, he’s in real danger because he looks completely normal, but doesn’t respond to basic commands.

He won’t listen.
He won’t obey.
He won’t comply.

He won’t know he’s in danger and will even run and turn his back.
He won’t know to be afraid because he doesn’t know he’s black.

I am a white mom with a black son and my heart grieves.  I am mommy to a little black boy who will grow up to be a young black man and unless something in our system changes, that thought frightens me.

So today, I stand.

I stand for unity.
I stand for love.
I stand for you.
I stand for us.

"Since the gospel of grace removes the wall between all ethnicities and races, His death on the cross has made us one in Jesus Christ.  It is time for the walls of racism and injustice to come down!... When grace is experienced personally and collectively, love will be demonstrated loudly and consistently."  {Ronnie W. Floyd}

Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed.
Carry [endure, bear, share] their burdens, and so complete Christ’s law. If you think you are too good for that
[to important to condescend to shoulder another's load],
you are badly deceived.
{Galatians 6:2-3}