Solar: God Can Heal Our Broken Potatoes [Hearts]

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3

On Thursday night we asked our middle schoolers, what’s the hardest thing someone could ask you to do. Here are some of their answers:

  • Walk in a pool of custard. (I agree).
  • Eat something fermented.
  • Read for a long period of time.
  • Kill someone (…good to know).
  • Run around school naked.
  • Do homework.
  • Walk without hands or legs.
  • Say goodbye to my best friend.

Thankfully most of the above are things that they will never be asked to do, that is, except for saying goodbyes. Unfortunately, it is one of the most painful downsides to being a TCK (third-culture kid).

It gets to a point where no matter where you are in the world, you are always away from people you care about it. According to some research, by the time a TCK is in their early 20’s, they have experienced more grief from goodbyes than most adults experience in a lifetime. As a TCK myself, that sounds pretty accurate.

It wasn’t until I moved back to Australia for university that I noticed that life in our home countries isn’t quite as transient. I spent four years not having to say goodbye to the people around me. So this is what’s it like to have consistency? Huh?

I’ve said so many more goodbyes in the 18 months I’ve been back in Cambodia than in the four years I was in Adelaide. This is just part of the TCK experience.

As we opened up the discussion with our middle-schoolers, we asked them the simple question – who have you had to say goodbye to? Best friends. Favourite aunts. Pets. Siblings.

For some, their last goodbyes were just that – last goodbyes. They never got to say goodbye to a dying loved one. They didn’t get to sneak in a last hug with their sick dog. The goodbyes hurt and they make them angry and they make them sad.

And with that one question, it wasn’t long before something triggered and an ocean of emotions was let out. Tears that had been held back along time, were let out. They each understood each other’s pain and found a safe space to share those emotions.

We had a plan for that night – we quickly threw it out the window. God had a better plan.

To kick off the night, we had cut up potatoes, and then sent teams out to find the pieces. Once they had done so, they then had to put their potatoes back together with toothpicks.

It worked – kinda. Sure, the toothpicks held the potatoes together, but the potato wasn’t healed, it was just a bunch of potato pieces, stuck together. We do the same thing. We try to keep our broken hearts and lives together. We hold on for dear life and try our best to keep everything from falling apart.

All our hurt. All our disappointment. All our failures. We just try and hold it together so that maybe we can convince the world that we’re not really broken potatoes.

The truth is – only God can heal our broken potatoes. We can try and most of us do. But we will never succeed. God made your potato and only God can heal your potato.

Are you a broken potato too? Let us know your thoughts, experiences, or even questions about TCKs, broken potatoes, and broken hearts.

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3 thoughts on “Solar: God Can Heal Our Broken Potatoes [Hearts]

  1. I read this when you first published it and I often think about the broken potatoes. Just wanted to drop you a note and say thanks for writing it. (Elizabeth)

  2. Pingback: 3 Ways to Care for the Heart of Your Third Culture Kid

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