The Country

Journal

The Train started to leave for another land, heaviness weighed upon my chest while I swept my surroundings, burning images into my mind. Fresh memories of individuals whom I connected with in the former land flashed before me. My heart ached with a familiar sorrow I experienced many times. I prayed I never forget them. The Conductor led me to them, but for a season, and now He is leading me towards new faces.

During the season in the former land, the Train made several stops. People stepped on to travel with me. I became close to some while others stood afar off. Initially, I had difficulty communicating for their language was different. I tried to learn, but thought it fruitless because I knew the Train would leave this land soon. Instead, the Conductor brought me people with the same language as me into my compartment. One of whom became closer to me than the others. That is, until the Conductor informed her last stop. She stepped out.

Sure, there were individuals who stepped out of my Train, but when she walked out, she stepped upon the Country of eternity. The Country where the Conductor have not told me to alight yet.

She left swiftly that I barely noticed her departure. I realised she left when her presence is not present in my compartment. My mind paused. I was speechless. Emotions trickled in and I held them at bay, afraid of losing control. I gave in, and they overflowed me.

Grief. I have experienced it many times, but not like this. The words that leaked from my fingers into stories dried up.

The Conductor’s Words solaced me. Peace filled my mind and I smiled at Him. I spake to her empty seat,

“Until we meet again.” Indeed. I have said this to a few, but my grief for them was short.

Sadly, for some others, farewell is forever.


“But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.”

Hebrews 11:16 KJV



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Clarissa is a vessel used for Christ’s glory. Although she’d lived in four countries, Heaven is her only Home. She desires to sow His seeds, and to serve third culture kids, teens, and writers. Peek into her Christian TCK Email Ministry. Or read more posts.

An Invitation for You

The Invitation

Dear Friend,

I’m giving you an invitation enclosed below to join me and others our journeys as TCKs and ATCKs. Once accepted, I will email you a letter twice a month starting from July. Upon receiving it, you will travel with God and us through times of grief & joy, uncertainty & certainty, the past & present, and introspection & observation.

Boundaries are boundless, and cultures are clothes in my world.


Very Sincerely Yours,
Clarissa Choo-Choo Train

P.S. “A third culture kid is a person who has spent a significant part of his or her developmental years outside their parents’ culture. The third culture kid builds relationships to all the cultures, while not having full ownership in any. Although elements from each culture are assimilated into the third culture kid’s life experience, the sense of belonging is in relationship to others of the same background, other TCKs.” (Pollock and Van Reken, 2009)

P.P.S. Curious to read sample letters? Click here.



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Reference:
Pollock, D.C., & Van Reken, R.E. (2009). Third culture kids: The experience of growing up among worlds. Boston: Nicholas Brealy.

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Clarissa is a vessel used for Christ’s glory. Although she’d lived in four countries, Heaven is her only Home. She desires to sow His seeds, and to serve third culture kids, teens, and writers. Peek into her Christian TCK Email Ministry. Or read more posts.

One Word

Journal

Dear Friend,

It started with a word in my hands. One grew to two. Two increased to ten, and fifty proliferated to six thousand. I pressed them all in my fists. They felt good in my hands. They felt good with me.

The Conductor tapped on my carriage’s door. My trembling hands tightened their grasp, turning my knuckles white. The Conductor spoke. His Words pierced through my chest.

I gasped and opened my palms, releasing five thousand words, eight hundred words, and a hundred ninety-nine words. Finally. . .the last word,

Writer.

I gave it to Him.


Very Sincerely Yours,
Clarissa Choo-Choo Train

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Clarissa is a vessel used for Christ’s glory. Although she’d lived in four countries, Heaven is her only Home. She desires to sow His seeds, and to serve third culture kids, teens, and writers. Peek into her Christian TCK Email Ministry. Or read more posts.

Completing what I Began

Journal

Dear Friend,

These past few weeks prior to June 10, I was frustrated at myself for having such a terrible second draft. Although I was still in its final section Part 4, I thought the entire rewrite itself appeared more of a first draft than a second because I found myself still exploring my plot, characters, and themes. When two ideas for new projects came, I had happily licked them up, desiring to leave my rewrite for them. I thought, I’ll draft my new project first and then I’ll return to redo my rewrite from the beginning.

But

He said otherwise. I need to finish my rewrite no matter how bad it is. He never gave up on dying for me, a sinner; and He never gave up on changing me, a person full of flaws.

The Train blew its horn and lurched forward again.


Very Sincerely Yours,
Clarissa Choo-Choo Train

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Clarissa is a vessel used for Christ’s glory. Although she’d lived in four countries, Heaven is her only Home. She desires to sow His seeds, and to serve third culture kids, teens, and writers. Peek into her Christian TCK Email Ministry. Or read more posts.

Set Ablaze

Journal

Dear Friend,

Day 1

I typed as much as I could. My eyelids droop and I stepped back, pleased that I regained the energy pulsing through my fingertips.

Day 2

The momentum rushed me, warming my hands. I realised I could write more than yesterday. My eyelids droop and I continued typing. My strength wavered, but my mind leaked words.

Day 3

I woke up slightly weary despite having a deep slumber. Again, knowing I could write more than yesterday, I typed in multiple projects. My eyelids drooped and my head grew heavy, but I continued, embracing the warmth of words radiating from within. I loved it. I didn’t want to extinguish it.

Day 4

I woke up depleted. Nonetheless, words continued to overflow my mind. I typed. The Conductor knocked on my cabin. A warning. I felt debilitated, yet I need to continue. He knocked again, louder this time. I conceded and stepped back. Then I realised heat throbbed in my hands and head, burning me out.


Very Sincerely Yours,
Clarissa Choo-Choo Train

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Clarissa is a vessel used for Christ’s glory. Although she’d lived in four countries, Heaven is her only Home. She desires to sow His seeds, and to serve third culture kids, teens, and writers. Peek into her Christian TCK Email Ministry. Or read more posts.