Saturday, 06 June 2020 17:03

Plowed Hearts

Written by  Priscilla K. Garatti
Plowed Hearts Photo by Pasqualantonio Pinque from FreeImages

Plow your unplowed hearts. (Jeremiah 4:4, The Message)

George Floyd's last words, "I can't breathe," plowed the hearts of the nations. His words tore through our collective soil, and that amended earth bodes a question. What will we plant in that furrowed ground?

A few days ago, I read a post on Instagram about what white people don't usually think about. When I need a neutral colored pair of hose, I never flinch at how the hosiery is typically described--"nude" or "flesh colored." But what if your flesh is not white? Something so seemingly simple is an affront to a dark-skinned woman. 

When I next saw my African American colleague and friend, I shared my realization, and she smiled knowingly as if to say, "Priscilla, that is only the tip of the iceberg." I told her I felt powerless. "What can I do to show my support, to be a healing voice for the heartache in our community and world?" 

She thought for a moment and said, "You can write. Use your platform to tell our stories." Underneath her suggestion was the unspoken plea not to remain silent.

Here at my small platform, I am fortunate to have a diverse group of people who follow my posts. Black, white and brown people. Millenials, baby boomers and those from the greatest generation. Gay and straight. Democrats and Republicans. Americans and Italians (and maybe other cultures), those with advanced degrees and others with none. There are parents, widows and widowers, single and married. Divorced. Christians and Jews. (and perhaps other faiths) So many of us at the table, and each person representing a sphere of influence. 

What will you plant in your plowed heart? We cannot afford to let this unearthing lie fallow and go to weeds. 

I am eager to know what you will plant. Write me at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. or leave a comment below. I will anonymously post your comments and ideas. At this table we will proclaim that BLACK LIVES MATTER. We will plant seeds in that moist earth that diminish fear and hatred. We will join together with the ambition that the fruit of our labor will bear love, mercy, kindness, genorsity and hope. 

UPDATE: So many of you wrote that you were praying for my mother-in-law, Emma. Praise be to God in heaven! Yesterday we learned that she tested negative for COVID a second time. She was moved out of quarantine and continues to recover. Giovanni and I thank you for your love. For your prayers. We rojoice.

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What Readers Are Saying

In Missing God Priscilla takes a brave and unflinching look at grief and the myriad ways in which it isolates one person from another. The characters are full-bodied and the writing is mesmerizing. Best of all, there is ample room for hope to break through. This is a must read.

Beth Webb-Hart (author of Grace At Lowtide)

winner"On A Clear Blue Day" won an "Enduring Light" Bronze medal in the 2017 Illumination Book Awards.

winnerAn excerpt from Missing God won as an Honorable Mention Finalist in Glimmertrain’s short story “Family Matters” contest in April 2010.