It’s an interesting place I find myself this morning. Halfway between the two worlds that I know. Frankfurt is overcast this morning, a stark reminder that I’m nowhere near my sub-tropical home in Africa where the sky is always blue. Neither am I near the home where I grew up where red, white, and blue flags fly in the breeze.
I wanted to shed a few tears yesterday and it wasn’t from Joburg’s hectic airport or from the fact that ‘I’m leaving on a jet plane’ played in the background. I was going home, while at the same time missed the home I was leaving behind. It’s an interesting phenomenon, living in two worlds, and being a part of two cultures.
I can’t deny who I am, or where I was born, and neither do I want to. My children, though, who still speak of Texas, now have a South African accent, love braiis, and riding in our bakkie. Gabriel plays field hockey and rugby while dreaming of becoming a Navy Seal.
Cultures mesh, languages flow together, seasons change, and I become more of another culture without ever wanting to lose who I was. And so I find myself going home, so far away from home.
So beautifully written and so true. It is how we as Christians should feel about living here in earth while are thoughts and desires shuld be mainly for heaven. Perhaps I am too close to what you wrote about to be objective, but it almost brought a tear to my eye. I am so glad you are there while wanting you here.
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Your husband, Scott
It's a feeling you really can't describe to someone who has never felt it, though your words are powerful and true. Have a wonderful time with your family and a refreshing, learning, productive time at your conference. Wish I could be there.
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