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Was Jesus a Third Culture Kid?

On Good Friday, Christians remember the ultimate sacrifice: God took on flesh, suffered, and died to demonstrate the extent of His love and justice. I've heard it put it this way: does God hate sin? Yes, look at the cross. Does God love sinners? Yes, look at the cross.

Christ, whose ultimate citizenship is in Heaven, became fully man and immersed Himself in the culture of humanity. Living outside of His Father's (but not His mother's) country of origin, He most certainly possesses a special understanding of the third culture kid life. Third culture kids (TCKs) are those who spend a good portion of their formative years outside of their parents' [and their own] passport country. 

We are living in an area of the country where the internet has been shut off for the past few months, due to political unrest in a nearby city. Our hospital was granted an exemption (thankfully, as it is difficult -- if not impossible -- for millennial physicians to practice medicine without evidence based online resources). However, social media remains blocked. In addition to feeling even more disconnected from friends and family, I have been frustrated at the inability to post to Instagram, which I have been using as an online journal for our TCKs to look back on some day. 

Then today, I remembered that we have a blog that they may also look back on some day. So I've collected some pending Instagram posts and some never-before-seen footage of the TCK life. God has given us some very precious gifts: our neighbors, our children, our lives, and our Savior. What better day to reflect on grace upon grace than Good Friday? 

How they love (and challenge!) each other! Here, he is picking her a flower. #twomuskateers

Trying to catch every last drop (from the leaky gutter) at one of the first drizzles. #dryseasonwoes

We don't always have cattle traipse through our side yard, but when we do, we like to make sure our visitors appreciate the show. #auntieinafrica

We were so encouraged to see Mbingo through fresh eyes with our wonderful visiting team of pharmacists and a nurse! Coloring books for the children's ward, books for the library, and educational tools for the daycare. Our visitors also visited the embroidery shop, where local women work to support their families.
Celebrating Junior Catan and the first real rain with #auntieinafrica

While reportedly illegal, local farmers often burn large areas of land to prepare for the next growing/grazing season.

Made it to the back waterfall!

How a"healthy white man" scares off cattle.

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We had a blast visiting and celebrating Jesus with them.

Essie, mother extraordinaire.

Dry season was longer and more severe than most people here remember from other years. We ended up taking bucket baths (4 cups of water each), flushing the toilet only after everyone had relieved themselves, and re-using all of our gray (soapy) water to keep a few plants alive. We were extremely excited when the first rains began falling.


Real rain calls for a celebration with hot cocoa on the porch.

 We even had some acorn sized hail, which if you squinted: looked a lot like snow to this New York girl. It takes a while for the water table to build up, but we are no longer on restriction -- and so thankful for the water we always took for granted. 

Essie has grown into a delightful (seriously) two year old. What a joy to celebrate her life with our neighbors and the kids on children's ward. She is most happy when she is giving things away or otherwise helping.

She enjoyed her tricycle, after she realized it was the actual present (not the old potty next to it in the shed). Several little friends (M, S, H, Levi, and Lewy) came to celebrate: and many big friends, too!

Doctor Mom.

Enjoying America's favorite past time in West Africa!

Someone really likes magazines. She also is quite opinionated about her hair and attire. She will dictate one, two, three or four "bows" each morning.

Since our Ninja broke, Josiah built me a special smoothie maker in the sandbox. Yum!

This image sums up so much of the TCK life: uncles, aunties, and football.

The view from the new outpatient floor.

We talked a lot about upping the ante to Chick-Fil-A when we get back to the States, but we just started dates with our kids and Josiah was thrilled to have some sibling-free time -- even in an empty conference room.

Always ready to help people smile.

Catan Junior on a rainy afternoon.

One-on-one training.

Building the tallest tower in the world! Short term volunteers bring so much joy to our lives.

Mama's little helpers.

Ciao bella! apron, or toga?

We are very excited about this initiative: we want to give one of these very special books to each family whose child dies on children's ward (often several per week), as a memorial. 

Hoagie buns! Josiah said, "You said I could make mine however I wanted!" (It was delicious).

Of course, TCK life is enhanced by video calls to loved ones!

CHEESE! (This girl is such a ham -- she will do almost anything for a laugh).

Real time impromptu piano lesson with beloved Auntie Mary! (Edelweiss, aka Little Vice!)

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  1. I love the picture of your date with Josiah SO much. I can't wait to get to know who the kids are once they get back to us. <3

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    1. I am super excited to have a comment from you! Blogging really is the new Instagram :)

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