Tag: TCKs for Christ
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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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Come Home
There’s a void, there’s a hole A gaping chasm within your soul You feel empty, never full Only He can make it whole…
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Visiting Another Church (A Prayer)
Lord, here I am again, with my family in our rented minivan. Going to another church full of strangers…
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TCK Voices: Grateful for Grace and Faith in My MK Life
Living overseas has taught me a lot about the realness of God in everyday life, as well as about His provision and guidance. Aspects that certainly aren’t overlooked in America, but that take on a new dimension when you live overseas. I’ve seen prayers answered and many things, both great and small, with God’s visible fingerprints…
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Opinions, Comments, and Processing Others’ Ideas about Your Move
“Europe is good, it’s better there,” she said, and I wasn’t surprised she would think that. Everyone thought that. Well, except the Europeans. “You don’t have a boyfriend,” she observed, to my amusement. “That’s good, actually. Men in Europe are… more refined. Cultured. They like literature, and art… they have more…
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In this Toss
Earth, so round, and bright, and spinning, Full of grace, and mortal sinning, Surely we shall soon be lost In this tumult, in this toss…
