We call out to God and hear no answer. We ask, “Why God? Why won’t you answer me? What have I done wrong?”
Sometimes, just when I think I’m getting my feet on the ground and am back into “normal life”, I’m hit with how different everything is now.
It was a bit of a shock to realize I wasn't really prepared to understand the great mystery of interpersonal relationships, especially under the pressure of living in a cross-cultural context.
When I speak there are no heavenly hosts dancing around, astounded by the artful way I string my words and thoughts together.
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
Together we will unpack what it means to be a believer living in a cross-cultural situation, covering the theoretical as well as the practical and have fun doing it.