Tag: TCKs for Christ

in Poetry, TCK Poetry, Where My Help Comes From

For many leagues she’s wandered on Along the narrow Road; Her weary limbs and aching heart Now sink beneath her load…

To Live

Dec 9, 2025

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in Poetry, TCK Poetry, Where My Help Comes From

Think of those who died long ago, Who lie in graves forgotten, Whose lives were swallowed up in woe, Whose corpses now are rotten!…

Emmanuel: God With Us in Every Culture

Dec 5, 2025

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stephaniegrangermexico

in Articles, Belonging, Grief

Christmas has a way of stirring our hearts toward home. The lights, the music, the smells from the kitchen — they all whisper of belonging. But for those of us living between cultures, the season often carries both beauty and ache…

TCK Voices: Bullying and Isolation

Nov 21, 2025

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in TCK Voices

I was born in Lagos, the infamous babel of Nigeria, but moved with my family to South Africa when I was seven years old. The move was a very big shock for me. There were obvious shifts, like language and geography, that took some getting used to. But there were also smaller, subtler things, like…

Lessons I Learned from Living in a Suitcase

Nov 7, 2025

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stephaniegrangermexico

in Articles, Change, TCK Gifts

A suitcase is a strange teacher. It is a symbol of both freedom and loss, of possibility and impermanence. It reminds me that life is not fixed, that roots are shallow, and that goodbyes are inevitable. Yet through it, God has taught me lessons I might never have learned if my life had been bound…

Strength

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It matters not that flesh should fail me, When God has power that will avail me…

A Reawakening

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Escape from the shadows, Withdraw from me night, Abandon the darkness Rejoice in the light!

Apple Juice Date

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I invited my younger self out for coffee. He came and ordered apple juice instead. I set my heavy burdens down. My body grateful for the reprieve.

My Father and Our Father

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Walking down a darkened street filled with questions, hope, and uncertainty, Not knowing much of anything, except that nothing is in perpetuity…

Wisdom of an Immigrant Father

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