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An ode to my wiser self

I've been thinking about blogging a lot lately. Well, writing, rather. I used to write a lot. It was therapeutic and life giving for me. It helped me to be in a constant state of process where I was not just taking in life but searching for and digging for meaning. It kept me grounded and real, for lack of better word.

I have been starting to write more lately and have several little bits I'm working on. In the process of digging out my blog from the depths of the internet, I found this jewel that I wrote years ago. Yes, that's right... years ago. I thought it was beautiful and worth sharing. So, in an attempt to revive this way of sharing my thoughts and processing...

Here is an ode to my younger (and probably wiser) self:


Welcome to The Chronicles of a Confused Citizen.

Here I am, residing in the country I was born in, living the life I knew from my birth to year 22.

It doesn't quite feel right, though.

Recently, as I found myself living in Mongolia, I started feeling connected to what it meant to be a Mongolian. Knowing, fully, that that wasn't quite right either.

I came to the understanding that I could never actually be a Mongolian but also feeling like I'm not quite American either.

Here I am...straddling a line of citizenship wondering what Jesus might think about this issue.

Through a lot of thoughts and prayers, I think what I've realized is that this issue is a blessing. What I see is an opportunity to take joy in my citizenship--or lack there of. I GET to claim a larger citizenship. I get to be part of a Kingdom.

I am a citizen of heaven. The Kingdom of Heaven.

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