I am a Foreigner
My feet strike against unfamiliar ground and my steps waiver under shaky rocks
My shoes, now stained by the sand, tear at the seams and split at the rubber
My Skin is white, my hair light, my eyes blue, and my accent thick
My Opinion is Foreign, my point of view is strange and my voice a minority
If I have learned anything while here in Botswana it is that I am foreigner. The money is unrecognizable and the names are usually something I can barely pronounce. I have learned to respect this culture though I do not fully understand its customs, while simultaneously treasuring my own. I am a Foreigner, but perhaps I always have been.
1 Peter 2:11, Philippians 3:20-21