Seeing Christ in the Loneliness of Repatriation
The cuckoo clock on the wall chimed the hour. A quiet house usually brought me comfort, but not today. Alone with my anxious thoughts, I began to despair about the season of life I was in…
The cuckoo clock on the wall chimed the hour. A quiet house usually brought me comfort, but not today. Alone with my anxious thoughts, I began to despair about the season of life I was in…
When I returned to the States to go to college, I was fortunate enough to find several other students who were also missionary kids (MKs), and I expected to have found some common ground. This was far from the truth in my case, however…
I often get the question, “Do you like Uganda or America more?” I’ve used this question many times to explain to people that I love both since both are home, but neither is home…
The hardest thing is missing the places and people you grew up with and knowing that even if you go back, it will never be the same.
I am devoted to my parents’ country only because my dad was devoted to serving and being faithful in his service. The way we, his kids, behaved was a reflection of Dad.
I have been most grateful to be an unnatural part of the South African community for the mere fact that it forces me to grow…
Being an MK/TCK has made me strong in my faith. God has been the constant throughout my life, with all the shifting and changing factors.
At that moment, you realize you’re torn. You feel their unease because you’ve been there. You know you should reach out. But there’s another part of you that hesitates. You’re comfortable. You’re occupied. You’ve got friends…
I don’t know why God has placed you in another country. But don’t be afraid that you won’t be accepted or that your story isn’t “cool enough.”
We also learned to make use of our heat efficiently by maximizing the number of people in the bathroom. One could shower, with one on the toilet, two brushing their teeth, and another using the washing machine…