I used to feel like a lost puzzle piece
To that one puzzle that got thrown out years ago or given away at a garage sale due to its missing pieces
Among my dancer friends, the only one with no formal training
Among my black friends, the only white friend
Among my white friends, the only one who lived overseas
Among my overseas friends, the only one who wasn’t born there or doesn’t still have family abroad to return to—
The imposter
The odd one out.
I’ve thought before that I had no personality,
No individual distinctions,
Because I got along so well with everybody
In such different contexts
(Like the proverbial chameleon).
But now I’ve come to realize it’s the uniqueness
The flexibility—
I can relate well to people who are so different from me on so many levels
Still call them my friend
Still be in their group
And rather than always being the fringe,
I am a bridge
A puzzle piece connecting four patterns so different it looked like it didn’t belong
But it did.
And the puzzle would’ve been incomplete without it.
"Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ." 1 Corinthians 12:12–27 NIV
TCKs for Christ: Newsletter Manager
Chana
is a TCK from America who spent half of her childhood in Indonesia along with her parents and seven younger siblings. She’s passionate about learning new things and seeing the beauty in differences. In her free time, she likes to read, play board games, talk, laugh, write poetry, joke, and meet new people. She’s also a student at Moody Bible Institute, working towards her bachelor’s in Linguistics and Teaching English.
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