Author: TCKs for Christ
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TCK Voices: A Rich Culture We Never Knew Existed
I was born in Seoul, South Korea, then moved to the US with my family when I was 7 years old…
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TCK Voices: Hearing the Truth in My Heart Language
One of the hardest things for me about being a TCK has been attempting to find my own identity and life path when transitioning to adulthood. Most TCKs will…
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This Dull Ache
Why does it keep coming back to hurt me to haunt me to sadden me each time I see your lovely face? It’s like a dull ache…
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Chameleon in a Crowd:
I don’t think I am afraid of being lonely I take that back I am afraid of being alone I know how to be on my own And yet there are moments in life…
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TCK Voices: Life Feels Like a Series of Goodbyes
I know that life always seems to go up and down, especially for TCKs. There’s always a change: a new person, another move, a scary experience…
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TCK Voices: Unstacking Grief and Celebrating Different Cultures
I was born in Singapore, spent the majority of my childhood in England and Turkey, and then went to boarding school in Germany. When I’m asked the dreaded “Which country did you like the most?” I answer that I…
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Treasures of Darkness: Loss, Trauma, and God’s Promise to Restore
In all the turmoil, my cat felt like the one gift of comfort reserved just for me. She took the edge off my pain…
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TCK Voices: God’s Grace and Faithfulness in My TCK Life
I think because I have faced so many hurdles, I’ve also made countless blunders. You might wonder: how on earth could that be an advantage?…
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TCK Voices: Connecting the Dots and Observing Before Engaging
Growing up as a TCK, specifically as a missionary kid, has greatly influenced my faith. In both the positive and the negative…
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TCK Voices: Nowhere is Perfect But Everywhere Grows You
Sometimes, amid culture shock or yet another move, it’s easy to find yourself looking at a certain place with nostalgic, rose-colored glasses. You may start to believe that the grass is greener … somewhere else.
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To My New Friends
There is not enough time. There is never enough time. From the moment we meet, I am thinking of the end; maybe because I have done this before. I’ve done this too many times before and every ending is too soon so there are two choices in response to that truth:
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vagabond
dirt beaten into a line by many feet that traveled by leaving something and running to another, learning along the way.
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