I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.
I’m flying to the USA soon. By the time this gets published, I’ll probably be there already. We’re going back to visit friends and family, and I’m tremendously excited.
But to be frank, going back to my passport country is nerve-wracking. Every single time.
No one would blame me if I crawled into my bed and slept for days or binged TV or spent hours doing nothing. After all, as every single person in this world is saying, it’s been a year.
But we aren’t called to to that.
As children of God, we are called to triumphant rest.
When I started writing last summer, I had no idea what God had in store for me. I became a Rebelutionary, a writer, and a champion of my fellow Christian teens who’ve grown up among worlds. I’ve grown in ways that were unimaginable to me at the time. One way God has grown me is… Continue reading Thank You to God & Friends: You’ve Helped Me Grow
“Mom, when we get back home, I’m gonna kiss the ground.” Those were my words as an eight or nine year old, when we were leaving the US to go back overseas. My mother was delighted when I did not do that, but she understood quite clearly in that moment that I loved our new… Continue reading Don’t Miss the Truth4TCKs Conference
The delicious pasta with melting cheese and bolognese sauce. The vanilla bean gelato with balsamic vinegar*. The cobblestone streets and squares. The weathered stone walls and arched windows, and low spires. Bologna, Italy. Something is wondrous about travel. It reminds you of all the possibilities, all the diversity, all the beauty in this world. The… Continue reading Leave Your Side of the Diamond
That helped me accept that God had this plan for me to grow up this way. Accepting that it was good for me. God’s plan for other people was to go to college with people who were born in Wisconsin, grew up in Wisconsin, and never left Wisconsin. I think understanding that God has a plan for all of us and our formative years, whatever that may be, they shape you as a person, and that’s all part of God’s plan too.
“I was able to accept that I am the way I am and, knowing that I bring something different to the people around me. I have different life experiences, and that is a good thing. That doesn’t diminish other people’s life experiences of mine. It’s just different.”
As you read this part of the interview, I would like you to keep something in mind. The struggles Liz paints aren’t necessarily things that only third culture kids go through. However, the degree of those struggles was elevated, I believe, because she lived in a country where everyone was completely different from her.
I got to interview a close family friend, who is also an adult third culture kid (or ATCK). She shared about growing up often feeling like an outsider. This is the first part of a multi-part interview.
I’ve heard it said that Third Culture Kids are some of the most accepting people in the world.
With all the exposure we’ve had to different cultures, ways of thinking, and kinds of suffering, you’d think that’d be true.
But are we, really?
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