Sometimes carrying these thoughts, ones that challenge the status quo and threaten to dismantle a world built on inequity, is like carrying around an anvil. I can feel the weight. I feel like a pebble in your shoe, O world of comfort. A grain of sand whose small presence irritates. Well, someone has got to ask the question, what are we doing with our lives?
I am a pebble in my own shoe. I cannot escape the deafening voice of my conscience that constantly reminds me that my life is not my own, that I belong to another place. I am only temporarily a ‘global citizen’. My true home, the place from which I come, and the place to which I will return, is a kingdom whose love knows no bounds. My existence on this earth is but a vaporous wisp- let me never forget. Let those cords binding me to the way of the world be cut, and let a new freedom to live out my true citizenship emerge. I am a daughter of a kind King.