iona.grace
Let Us Mourn.
"Grief is not the absence of hope – it is the recognition of loss. Grief is not isolation from God, it is recognition of this broken world."
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AUTHENTIC UNREST
A tired, third-culture-kid's journey
Welcome to authentic unrest, a home for some unique stories. authentic unrest has added such value to my life and I love having the opportunity to share my struggles with my mental health, my experience as a Missionary Kid, my growth and thoughts with other TCK readers. Read on, enjoy, be kind and be brave.
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On the Road to NOLA
Childhood Exhausted. Little eyes twinkle closed to dreams of grape juice laughs and grass stained knees. Child, you are savage, wild, and...
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On Their Home, Not Mine
“So, where is home? Where do you call home?” “Where do I call home? Hm. Interesting question… my parents own a flat in Scotland.” Often,...
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On Depression and Coffee
Friend, I heard you. In the depths of my grief. Your voice reached the furrows of my curled heart. I heard you In the coils of my foggy...
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On Displacement – A TCK Story
At times we don’t know where we’re headed as TCKs. We can have the ticket in hand, the boarding gate memorized, the fluids packed in...
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Grief Misplaced
I thought I could find you again I thought if I ran fast enough I would break back into time I would land, panting, twisting in a sweat...
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On Crying -TCK memory
I cannot cry for countries that are not mine. I cannot cry for people who do not remember my name, know where I am, know where I’m going....
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The No Culture Kid
In some places, a cat has nine lives I say we have a few more A cat jumps back in line swinging And we crawl back, more dead than before...
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On Cancelled Trains and Unanswered Prayers
“Our need to be in control, to orchestrate the perfect scenario for every journey of our lives, breeds anxiety in our hearts.” – Emily...
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On Being Broken
We’re all broken. We’ve all been broken. You. Me. Him. Her. All of us. We’ve all been crushed, pressed. At some point, we’ve all turned...
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On Words
Political Flashback: Michelle Wolf. Thoughts? White House Correspondents Dinner. Response? Hopefully your reply is somewhere along the...
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On Some of Those Countries
“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on his glorious throne. Before him will be...
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On Praying for Change – Me Too
As I sat in my new flat in Cambridge, scrolling through Facebook, I was struck by the overwhelming amount of “Me Too’s” from my friends....
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On Love and Loneliness
On Love and Loneliness I am a nurse. Often this means my days are long, busy, and exhausting. I am on my feet running from room to room...
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On Brave Melancholy
melancholy what the sun does warm, is only external – the surface of rocks upon which i slither – a falling forwards, a call hither...
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On Being a Woman – Tender and Fierce
Before I dive deep into the quirks of being a woman I must first assure you all of something. Though I wish I did not have to preface...
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On This Earth
In light of recent political events the world seems to have shifted slightly, or rather it’s rocking back and forth subtly – like an...
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On It Goes
The key scrapes in the lock, turning the metal knob until the door gives way into the living room. We tumble in, suitcases in hand,...
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On the 4th
I stepped out in July, For a run, a short one mind. As I made the first step I was quick to realize This was the 4th, and memories flied....
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On Going Home
Earlier this week a friend asked me when I was going to take Jeremiah to see my home. They were speaking of Scotland, naturally. They...
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