I am born in France.
When I was younger, I wished to be from another country, another culture, another century even.
I kept thinking that I did not belong here.
It felt strange and crazy.
I left France, thinking it was my destiny.
I left France, thinking I was about to discover something new, oversea.
But for a reason, God brought me back here.
I can travel the world, but this will not help me to define who I am.
I belong here, even if being from another place seems more appealing to me.
God needs me here.
God has great plans for me here.
French is my language, a beautiful one by the way.
France is a beautiful country.
I can be proud of being who I am, without wishing to be somebody else all the time.
Deep down I know that God needs me there.
I haven’t found out yet what I am supposed to do.
But slowly I am coming back to my roots.
Slowly I acknowledge my weaknesses and doubts.
Slowly I take my power back.
Being a French Woman, in love with the world…
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