Kaylee Christine: Love That Transcends Skin Color

I know what some of you are thinking. Why is a ten year old a world changing woman?

Well, because she’s been changing our world from the moment she was born. Even before then.

I remember lots of praying in our family as we waited on Crissy’s arrival. There were obstacles to overcome in our own hearts…and obstacles we knew might be even bigger in the hearts of others.

God was moving as we waited and prayed.

At the hospital the night before she was born

At the hospital the night before she was born

And then she was born. On November 15, 2005.

Andrew meeting Crissy for the first time

Andrew meeting Crissy for the first time

Instantly, those inner obstacles some of us had thought were so big disappeared. Love moved in – Love Himself.

A precious, biracial little girl entered the world. This miraculous life became part of our family, and suddenly, “biracial” was no longer her label. She was a daughter. A granddaughter. A niece.

She was Crissy.

At church one Sunday

At church one Sunday

Crissy's dedication day

Crissy’s dedication day

The love released into our family through her arrival was amazing.


Not everyone joined us in embracing the gift she was. Those obstacles we thought might be even stronger in the hearts of others – they were. Not for everyone, but for many.

And while few have ever voiced their rejection of our transracial family, the silence is nearly deafening at times. The withholding of acceptance, the disapproving stares, the confused asking and re-asking whether this child is “really” your granddaughter. Sometimes, the disgust that only our spirits discern.

We feel it.  We see it.

But each instance is a glorious reminder of how God sees.

His eyes see beauty in all the complexions His hands have made. He rejoices in the blacks, the browns, the reds, the pasty whites, and every shade in between.  His image is held inside of every hue.

And His eyes pierce right through our skin. They see the depths of our hearts (I Samuel 16:7). The beautiful and the ugly pieces. The whole and the fragmented parts.

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It’s Crissy whom God used to teach us about His eyes. She taught us a new way to love. A better way.

A way that refuses to be confined by the opinions of others (Proverbs 29:25).

That sees the diversity of God’s handiwork as a gift…

So while some are still wondering how she belongs in our family, we keep beholding His beauty in this unspeakable gift we’ve been given.

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There is no amount of staring and disapproving that can spoil this gift for us. The love He released ten years ago has created a bubble of protection that has rendered the nonacceptance of others irrelevant.  Inside of His love is such a safe place to be.

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Some may see a biracial child, but we see Crissy.

The one who loves candy…

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The one who likes to eat, period…


Who plays salon to be like her mom…


Who, like our entire family, loves to nap…


Who used to go everywhere with PaPa…


Who loved dying Easter eggs…


Who adores her Uncle Andrew…

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Who might just have a little bit of Aunt Hayley in her [she chooses to do Science Fair projects for extra credit – and loves a good laugh]…


Who just had to have an American Girl doll for her birthday…


Who loves family adventures…

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And who, though it’s hard to believe, is starting to grow into a beautiful woman…


Can I be direct for a second? Some in our world are missing out on what could be the greatest treasures of their lives because they are unwilling to face the issues in their hearts. They are unwilling to go with God into new and uncomfortable places where people aren’t “what they’re used to.” They are unwilling to let go of Grandma and Grandpa’s prejudices. They are unwilling to try on a different lens, to see if they might discover a better way to experience life.

So they keep harboring the same assumptions that were instilled in them as children, never realizing how narrow God’s pipeline to their heart has become. Never realizing they’re stuck on a square inch of territory that they were meant to occupy for hundreds of miles. Using skin color, they erect a fence around themselves – a fence they think is keeping the “bad” out but, in actuality, is preventing good from coming in.

Think about our King – the One who clothed himself in humanity and entered this world in a manger. He was a Jew. I doubt he had blonde hair and blue eyes. I bet there was color in his skin. If he were still walking around in his human body today, countless masses would dismiss him without ever realizing Who he is. All because He doesn’t look like them.

This is sobering to me. It brings me to my knees, asking God to cleanse my eyes so that I can see the way He sees. Because, Friends, he continues to inhabit unexpected vessels. He continues to further his Kingdom story in surprising ways. Remember Crystal from last week’s story? She was the last person Brigitte ever thought would carry God’s answer. But carry it she did.

There’s something in Him that delights in bringing forth beauty through the uncommon. Making His goodness known through plot twists we never would have predicted. Demonstrating the magnitude of His heart through the rich diversity of creation.

Something inside Him makes itself known through the elderly Japanese woman. The tall English man. The singing Kenyan child. The kind-hearted Venezuelan. The talkative white woman. The biracial southern girl.

Each one has something to say about Who he is (Genesis 1:26).  Each finds its place in Him.

And every unfamiliar path has treasures to discover.

Beloved, let’s not miss what He’s saying. Let’s not miss a single gift He wants to give us. Let’s throw off fear and kick down our fences.

He will show us how. All we have to do is ask.


“You are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus,

for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ.

There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female,

for you are all one in Christ Jesus.”

Galations 3:26-28


“After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count,

from every nation, tribe, people and language,

standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb.

They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.

And they cried out in a loud voice:

‘Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.’”

Revelation 7:9-10


Thank you, Crissy, for teaching us about His eyes.

You are a tangible piece of His goodness,

and we love you with all of our hearts.



This song beckons us out of our comfort zones.  Only when we take steps into the unfamiliar do we discover how vast and beautiful He is.

Click here to read previous #WorldChangingWomen stories.

[More to come in 2016]

2 Comments on “Kaylee Christine: Love That Transcends Skin Color”

  1. Pingback: Gifts From My Twenties | Everything Beautiful in its Time

  2. Beautifully written as always I’m sure that Crissy will Grow into a Beautiful Woman inside and out, she have such a Lovely Loving Family and a Ever Present God Leading her on this Journey, I have Biracial Grand Children whom we All Love and so Happy for this Rainbow of Colors in our Family. .. To Crissy, Hold Your Head High Be Proud of Who You are, God have Great Plans for You, You are Beautiful and Wonderful Made. …God Never Makes a Mistake. …I’m Excited for you. …I Send Blessings to you Crissy


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