Tuesday, July 02, 2013

In Between



Friday's Five Minute Friday is being written on Monday..... better late than never.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer}.
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.

It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.

OK, are you ready? Let’s see your best five minutes for the prompt:

In between

During John's doctoral studies, he has come across the term liminality which Wikipedia describes as " the quality of ambiguity or disorientation that occurs in the middle stage of rituals, when participants no longer hold their pre-ritual status but have not yet begun the transition to the status they will hold when the ritual is complete."


In other words, it is a state of being in-between.  John and I have discussed how being a missionary puts us in a state of liminality or in-between-ness.

I live in between cultures ... I no longer feel completely American, but neither am I any where near being Nigerien.  I am constantly working to figure out what is the appropriate response in which culture.


I live in between languages ... English definitely comes most naturally, but I feel the struggle of trying to express myself in another language and just not doing very well at it.

I live between riches and poverty.  The USA is within the top four countries on the UN's human development index.  Niger is dead last.  I have a low income compared to my American peers, but I'm pretty rich compared to my Nigerien peers.
 This creates quite a lot of tension.

I live in between families in a sense ... there is my extended American family who I see once in awhile and there are my friends and co-workers who I get to know as closely as if they were family.  

Sometimes I feel that my extended family doesn't completely know who I am because they have never seen me in my real environment. (That doesn't mean I feel like they don't love me!) I am always the guest, the visitor.  I live between who I really am and who they see while I am on home assignment.  I just wish they knew ALL of me.


I live in between my adult children and my growing older parents.  I wish we all lived next door to each other and could just spend all the time we want together.  I wish I could help all of them in the way a mom or a daughter should help.


Most of all, I live in between now and eternity, between earth and heaven.  Perhaps all this liminality, this in-between-ness is just to cause me to long for heaven.


(woops, that was a bit more than five minutes!)

4 comments:

Peas on Earth said...

Stopping over from 5MF. I can relate so well to your in-between. Well written! Blessings to you from Papua New Guinea! ~sharon

Rebekah Ruth said...

I forgot to link my post this weekend. I'm glad I did, or I might not have seen your post. I love your heart. I love the way you describe the tension of all your in-betweens! As soon as your page came up, I felt at home. I've been to Sierra Leone three times to help bring clean water and a part of my heart still lives on there. Bless you for all you do!

podso said...

Love this! You express it all well. Sometimes we feel this way even though we live in the US !

Dani said...

This is just perfect! We live in Maradi and often talk about the very same feelings you shared - ALL of them. It's comforting to know we aren't alone in those feelings. I'm so glad I stumbled across your blog. Thanks for sharing... Dani