Tag: TCKs for Christ
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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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Temporary
Temporary: something that isn’t permanent, moves on I’ve never been it, Instead, Temporary surrounded me…
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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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Change
So many lasts, Instances where I don’t tell people everything, Times when I say “If God wills,” knowing that in this case He doesn’t, Heartbreaks, Shattered expectations, Thoughts of “have I told you I’m moving yet?”
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TCK Voices: Living the Chronic Illness Life as a TCK
I was living in the USA when I became chronically ill, and chronic illness shifted my values and worldview. The American teens around me were focused on achievement and independence. My values shifted to prioritize balance and community. The way I planned my days, talked about life, or took risks changed…
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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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TCK Voices: Thoughts of a Young International Student
I spent the first 15 years of my life in China. Primarily in Beijing, with several months in Jinan and Guangzhou due to ministries. Then, another several months in Europe and New Zealand for vision trips. At the age of 15, I moved to Phoenix on my own to study…
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Losing Languages, Shifting Selves: On Accepting Change
The store owner leaned across the counter. “Your Lao pronunciation is getting worse,” she said bluntly. I blushed as I set down my packets of green mango, dried river weed, and rice noodles. When I moved to the States for college, I was so excited to find this Lao grocery store…
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This Crossroads-Inn Called Earth
I am not the child of any place. You’d wonder if each blade of grass Was made for treading down by any foot But mine. And if each grassy dell…
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