In this video, the question was asked, "Where is home?" Sounds like an easy question, but for third culture kids it is quite complicated. What were their responses?
"Um... Well... Hmmmm... I... er..."
One TCK even said that they were more comfortable in an airport than anywhere else.
In America... Strangers. In their new country... Strangers.
I Peter 1:2 "Elect according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, through sanctification of the Spirit, unto obedience and sprinkling of the blood of Jesus Christ: Grace unto you, and peace, be multiplied."
There is an intense beauty and treasure in the Whosoever Will Gospel. Jesus, who shed His blood for the whole world, offers salvation to anyone... Everyone. He never forces Himself on anyone, but His hand is outstretched to all... Any country, and race. Any language, any education or social status, any economic status, any "caste."
Yet just as beautiful as Whosoever Will is being Chosen. There was a time that I was timid about approaching the subject of election and being chosen, because I didn't understand it. But as I have grown to understand it, so has my love for it. I was chosen... Chosen before the foundations of Heaven and Earth. I was not chosen because I had anything to offer. Quite the contrary. I have nothing He needs.
I love the price of fruits and vegetables here. They are so inexpensive! Not to mention they are fresher and taste so much better than in the States. But when I came here, I had a thing or two to learn about shopping here.
In the States, I usually shopped once a week. I would buy my veggies then, and stick them in the fridge until I needed them. No problem!
Here? I tried shopping in advance to save myself a few trips. I put the veggies in the fridge like always. When it came time to use my nice, beautiful, fresh veggies, I opened the fridge and pulled out... mushy brown veggies. Yuck! Corrupted. I learned that fruits and veggies go bad quicker here because they are picked when they are fully ripened most of the time.