Tag: faith
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Almost but Not Quite: Holding the Reality of Living In-Between
In England, I would have stayed politely and quietly by the till, perhaps grumbling under my breath at the wait. Not so in Korea. In this balli-balli (quickly, quickly) culture, why delay? “Chogiyo!” I yelled in Korean. “Excuse me!”…
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TCK Voices: Shoes at the Door, “Home De-Pot,” and an Abused Family
I like to think of my life as a puzzle that the Lord is slowly putting together. There are many moments when I wonder what He’s doing, but I’m reminded again and again to trust the Author as He creates His masterpiece…
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TCK Voices: Everything Happens for a Reason
When I was leaving and saying farewells, it was very special just knowing that people loved me. I wrote thank-you letters to all my classmates just for being my friends…
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Tears
Oh the tears begin Is this a gift From way above Cleansing this darkness I simply welcomed in?
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Lifelong Journey to Have a Settled Home
i used to be an adventurous spirit excited to go outside restless to see the world longing to explore…
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Multiplied
Five plus two, dear dad, Times the multitude Equals twelve of such Heavy blessings much Of a stunning maths As a feast of mass…
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Taking Flight: A Letter to the Skybound
I used to be afraid of flights. I would close my eyes and grab a hand. Would count down minutes until the ordeal was over. And when I landed, I would have lucid nightmares of myself flying through the clouds, alone, like a bird, with no protection against the elements…
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My Father and Our Father
Walking down a darkened street filled with questions, hope, and uncertainty, Not knowing much of anything, except that nothing is in perpetuity…
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Wisdom of an Immigrant Father
My hour has come to leave And it is sooner than I wanted I thought I’d have more time to trade To figure out this choice I made When I brought you here To a land I thought had hope…
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The Bend in the Road
Sorrow lit the way, similar every day, to now a hope that follows through— that no man can undo…
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The Clock is Ticking: Struggles in Making Friends as an ATCK
It’s true. With every new friend I make, it’s like a countdown begins. I feel a quiet dread — a cold, weary sense in my bones — that I have only a year, maybe two, to make this relationship matter. Like an invisible clock ticking down to my departure…
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