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…
Every time we say hello to a new person, a new place, or a new people group, we open ourselves to the great God-given blessing of knowing and loving and maybe even being loved by a part of His creation, but we also open ourselves to the deep pain of losing our connection with them, of saying goodbye.
Being so culturally and linguistically isolated from the people around me, and so physically separate from my friends, has not been easy. But through it, I have learned to lean on God in my loneliness…
A couple of the hardest things are the feeling of being stuck between two worlds and not being able to have a constant group of friends with you in person.
Right after we arrived in America, lockdowns started. It was a pretty tough time for my whole family – being away from my dad, finally being back where our friends lived but unable to see them.