3 Things to Remember When People Make Hurtful Comments
And then there are the little things, such as a thoughtless comment about the pronunciation of the “r” that hits us where we are most vulnerable. It hurts us, despite not being a big deal…
And then there are the little things, such as a thoughtless comment about the pronunciation of the “r” that hits us where we are most vulnerable. It hurts us, despite not being a big deal…
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…
If there is one thing that still binds people into groups of “Us” and “Them,” it is culture. Culture is oftentimes the heart of a people.
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.
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…
I continued to watch and film and take the occasional picture. I wanted to capture the memory, to be able to share it with others precisely how it was, to never forget this moment. But as I did so, I found my mind wandering…
Jesus understands our humanity. He understands our grief. He understands our pain. And instead of chastising us, He weeps with us for the brokenness of this world.
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.