Tag: TCKs for Christ
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When Loving Your Passport Country Feels Like a Betrayal
It was an earth-shattering realization for me. Because just a few months before, I’d thought I would never think that. I couldn’t imagine the day I would ever love the US…
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Sitting with Grief in the Between Spaces
As TCKs we know about loss, but do we truly know how to sit with our sorrow and choose next to have joy? How can we choose joy when we hurt so deeply?…
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TCK Voices: Opportunity to Mature
Your experience as a TCK is unique in a good and special way. There will be hardships, but that is a chance for you to…
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Let Yourself Be a Burden
I cried silently as I lay on the picnic mat next to my two best friends. The Southeast Asian heat prickled our skin as we lounged surrounded by bright green fields. The day felt idyllic, and yet I was so sad…
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The Lord is My Arborist: 5 Lessons from Trees for TCKs in Transition
God has planted each of us in our specific places for a reason and has us surrounded by specific people with a purpose in mind. Wait for Him and continue to put your trust in the Lord, allowing Him to send out your roots where He wants them to grow…
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TCK Voices: Seeing the Possibility of Connection Everywhere
I know that real and deep friendship and understanding can be built between people of different cultures, countries, and backgrounds. I see the possibility of connection everywhere…
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It Gets Easier: Reflecting on 2 Years Since Repatriating
I know. That’s not what you wanted to hear. But it’s true…
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New Year, Same Problems: There is Wonderful Joy Ahead
Maybe you can relate. Maybe you too are dreading the new year. Maybe you are carrying more than you would want to. Maybe you are facing situations that won’t be changing anytime soon…
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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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