Find Your Identity Amidst Life’s Shifting Seasons
I felt lost without many of the identity markers that had defined me for so much of my life. Missionary kid. Foreigner…
I felt lost without many of the identity markers that had defined me for so much of my life. Missionary kid. Foreigner…
Asking one identity question seemed to open the door for more, similar ones. What started as, “Am I really a straight-A student?” turned into, “Am I even smart?” A whole dam of questions unleashed…
God has spoken to me before in both English and German. I understand better now that it doesn’t matter if I can’t define the language of my heart.
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.
“A fraud.” Why was this word continually plaguing my mind? As I met people and interacted with different cultures, I realized how easily I changed myself to try to be more accepted and liked …
“Where are you from?” a six-year-old girl asked, leaning close. The question made me gulp, as it always does. Even though it was “just” a child asking, I could feel insecurity rising. Simplifying my answer a lot, I named two countries…
Being a foreigner seemed to have many downsides to it, and I felt different and useless. I wanted to find a purpose in being different, something about being different that made me useful in a special way, but I never did find that…
Why identify yourself with something that doesn’t last? It has no value…Sometimes, when I catch myself putting my identity in something other than Him, I remind myself of who I am…
When someone asks you where you are from, what do you say? My answer looks something like this: Well, ethnically I’m from X country, and both my parents are from there. But actually …