Tag: Christian TCK
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The Resurrection of Mary
In the early hours, when the sky split between night and dawn, she rose, feet brushing the dust of old paths that knew her grief…
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The Prodigal Son
He left, not for freedom, but for a longing he could not name, a hunger deeper than bread, a thirst no well could quench…
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Home is Where the Heart is
It was when I was two months gone That my mum called me To ask how I’m getting along “I’m fine,” I said “I’m just on my way home” Hope and unbelief in her voice “Oh, darling, you’re coming home?”
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On Being Found Bared In the Darkness Alone Under the Grasping Tree
I have no one but You I am alone and scared Bared By my own sin and the sin of others Exposed in the darkness…
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TCK Voices: You Can’t Put God in a Box
We often have this expectation or prejudice about how God will move or speak, and with that we limit Him because we aren’t open to ways He might want to show up to us…
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TCK Voices: The Beauty of Dwelling with People for a Time
The shock of transitioning from an ethnically diverse, culturally rich mountainous village to the concrete jungle of the Bible Belt was difficult for me…
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Why There Is No Such Thing as a “Boring Testimony”
By saying that our testimonies are boring, we are saying that God is writing a boring story! And that is a lie…
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TCK Voices: My Voice Matters and My Story Is His
Hello, My name is Marie and I am originally from the Philippines, born to Filipino parents. We moved to South Korea, Egypt, and the Philippines throughout my formative years.
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Green, Yellow, and Red
Running away from where i’m really from – Maybe it’s just the fear of the unknown – From the fear of not hearing the annoyance of the mosque, (maybe after all the hatred from it i actually kinda like it…
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The Thousand Little Things
it’s been five years the pain of losing you has lost its edge.. . but it’s the thousand little things that haunt me with your memory
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Bittersweet
A title that sticks pleasantly to the heart, yet burns and stings on the rib A chance many would want… until it is a label one cannot get rid Never free from the emotion of unresolved grief and explosive emptiness…
