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…
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…