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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!)