American or Malaysian

Do you want to go back to America? This is the question that I always have to answer. Usually, I reply "yea" without even thinking. But then, the last time I was asked this question I hesitated and then replied, "yea". But do I really want to go back? Or do I wanna stay here in Malaysia. Am I more Malaysian or more American?

Malaysian: I don't know their language and their culture. I love the food and can take the chili. I'm just different in the way I act and more outspoken like Americans. I can't adjust to the weather and might never say 'la' or 'ma'.

American: I know their culture and act like one of them. I have their accent, even if it's wearing off. I love the weather.

I realized that I don't belong in either. I only belong to God. I will never fit in to the Malaysian family or the American, but I will fit in to the family of God. And I'm so glad I belong to a family. And that family is you all, brothers and sisters in Christ. I love you all and as long as I am with my huge family I'll be happy. I just wanna be with you. The only problem is will you allow me in. As neither an Malaysian or American, but just as I am. A child of God. Will you except me for who I am. Will you? Will you?

And the head of my family replies, "Yes, my child, I accept you. Come." He will accept you, any culture, any person. Come into his family. The gates are wide open. It doesn't matter what other people think of you. Whether you're popular, pretty, anything.

He is saying, "Come" but will you come?

"Come, my child, come..."