When I was 6 years old, my parents decided to become missionaries and so we moved from Korea to the UK. Having lived here most of my life, I struggled with what my cultural identity was. There were times I thought I was British to Koreans and Korean to the British.
I realised it didn’t matter which part of the world I said I belonged to, how many languages I spoke or even what colour my skin was; what really mattered was my identity in Jesus. Being part of God’s family and knowing that He is my ultimate Father, I didn’t need my cultural identity to define who I am. Knowing Jesus stays the same and loves me unconditionally wherever I am and whatever I’ve done, gives me more hope and security through Him.