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…
And I wonder what you’re thinking
As I leave you
I wonder if you’re wishing
I would cry or show emotion
I’m pretty sure you’re thinking
You’ll miss me too…
Whether many or few
Sometimes embraces are shared
Or kisses or clasped hands
Sometimes smiles are brave
And eyes are dry
But people hate to say…
How can I mourn you I never knew?
By the time I was old enough to know,
Disease had already changed you.
I was whisked away by circumstances,
And I chose to be away later, after you passed…
A groan of anguish seeks to escape—
I barely contain it.
Why, why, WHY
Why does it feel so broken?
This was to be a joyful reunion,
A celebration of the fruit of many years—
Yet here is heartache in the happiness…
Have you ever been
Simply
Forgotten?
Sitting
Like a dusty jewelry box
On a shelf,
Waiting
To be remembered,
To be meaningful…
I felt lost without many of the identity markers that had defined me for so much of my life. Missionary kid. Foreigner…
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…