i am in love with change and fear it.
i rearrange my furniture often. not a shift—exchanging entire rooms. and i have never met a hair color i’m not willing to go on a first date with.
but i put pictures on the wall and never take them down. i’ve bought the same two drinks at starbucks for eight years.
i can pack a suitcase like a professional traveler, but always leave it until the last minute…hesitant to commit.
growing up as a missionary kid in papua new guinea, change was my only constant.
papua new guinea was most of all i knew. but there by the grace of my parent’s work permit, it was temporary from the start. at seventeen, i returned to the country of my birth certificate…bound and determined to leave it as quickly as possible.
but god introduced me to his plans and has with grace taught me over the last twenty years to make my home in him. he gave me a most american boy and now three amazing children to share this life with.
my husband has learned to live with the side effects of marrying a third culture kid.
he gives gifts keeping in mind my love of all things australian and imported. he gives space while i teach my children love for country and culture that is a world away.
i in turn have learned to give up resentment and grief at a life caught between countries and cultures. i have learned to exchange solitude without loss for bittersweet seasons of relationship.
i am an open book but have torn out some pages i’m not brave enough to share yet.
i am a receiver of limitless love and in turn want to love without limits.
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