a poem on TCKs

I am
a confusion of cultures.
Uniquely me.
I think this is good
because I can
understand
the traveller, sojourner, foreigner,
the homesickness
that comes.
I think this is also bad
because I cannot
be understood
by the person who has sown and grown in one place.
They know not
the real meaning of homesickness
that hits me
now and then.
Sometimes I despair of
understanding them.
I am
an island
and
a United Nations.
Who can  recognize either in me
but God?
~"Uniquely Me" by Alex Graham James

*TCK stands for Third Culture Kid
Please pray for Paul and me as we raise our TCKs...that we would shepherd them well, that we would have good communication with them and that, ultimately, they would bring much glory to Christ.  Thank you.