The Story
Built by someone who lived it
Growing up as a missionary kid and a pastor's kid means learning to belong everywhere and nowhere at the same time. You smile through transitions that rearrange your whole world. You learn to answer "Where are you from?" with a paragraph instead of a city.
When I moved to West Africa as a teenager, my whole world flipped on its head. There I was, just trying to navigate myself as a person, but now I also had to figure out a new culture and a new understanding of what it meant to belong somewhere. As my mental health declined, my life seemed so unfair and I felt so far from God for a long time.
Those years of pain drove me to study psychology and theology. They also made me realize that the things God walked me through didn't just happen to me. They happen to every single one of us throughout our lives. Whether transitioning to another country or just into a new stage of life, no one should have to go through the hardest parts of their lives alone.
When you grow up between worlds, you don't need another adult or mentor who "understands." You need one who has lived it.