Today I had an epiphany. God's voice becomes my voice as I live my life in the truth of his word.
Theodore Roosevelt once said, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” While this may not be true in all situations, it was in mine.
I sat on my porch and stared at the dry, barren patch full of weeds and garbage and I realized I was feeling much the same way inside.
“I don’t know who I am anymore.” While this may sound like an odd statement to those who have never moved cross-culturally, it is one we’ve heard many times.
A fun, short story looking at issues with identity in a cross-cultural situation