Prompt: Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.
i don’t really have a good answer for this. i grew up biracial and bicultural so there’s probably a few answers i could give for this.
if i had to label it, i’d be a tck (third culture kid). or we could classify it more precisely; i’m in the demographic we historians call the fourth world, which is defined as a minority located within another, larger, majority demographic.
|san ildefonso, spain • 2012|
|santa rosa de copán, honduras • 2010|
i love the mountains, love the sight of their peaks stretching, towering into the sky. they are the originally skyscrapers, the slow work of erosion building and breaking them into what they are. it’s similar, i think, to the walk we all talk on our own way heavenward. we don’t make ourselves what we are; instead, we reflect the work that’s been done on our behalf.
|along kisumu road, kenya • 2013|
and isn’t that what we so often forget? that it isn’t what we do in our own strength, but what He does through us in His. He tells us we can move mountains with faith just the size of a mustard seed. sometimes it’s a thing; sometimes it’s a person.
but as we stretch toward His face, He uses each and every small pebble we can offer up of our inert mountainness.
and that, i think, is where i’m from: a place where i lay down all that keeps me hostage to the limitations of what and who i am, set free to be what He had always intended.