Tag: TCKs for Christ
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Press On, Weary Sojourner
Weary traveler, when the nights get longer and the going gets harder, when it seems like there’s no one there to walk beside to pull you along, don’t forget…
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TCK Voices: The Beauty of Dwelling with People for a Time
The shock of transitioning from an ethnically diverse, culturally rich mountainous village to the concrete jungle of the Bible Belt was difficult for me…
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Find the Courage to Keep Your Heart Open to Friendship
The trouble with repressing grief and pain is that it will come back to haunt you later. You can try to sweep it under the rug – but you will end up tripping over the rug…
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Why There Is No Such Thing as a “Boring Testimony”
By saying that our testimonies are boring, we are saying that God is writing a boring story! And that is a lie…
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TCK Voices: My Voice Matters and My Story Is His
Hello, My name is Marie and I am originally from the Philippines, born to Filipino parents. We moved to South Korea, Egypt, and the Philippines throughout my formative years.
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I Am More than What I Do: What Badminton Taught Me About Presence
“I’m no good at sports! I don’t want to play badminton! Leave me alone!” I dramatically, only half-jokingly, protested…
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Green, Yellow, and Red
Running away from where i’m really from – Maybe it’s just the fear of the unknown – From the fear of not hearing the annoyance of the mosque, (maybe after all the hatred from it i actually kinda like it…
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The Thousand Little Things
it’s been five years the pain of losing you has lost its edge.. . but it’s the thousand little things that haunt me with your memory
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Bittersweet
A title that sticks pleasantly to the heart, yet burns and stings on the rib A chance many would want… until it is a label one cannot get rid Never free from the emotion of unresolved grief and explosive emptiness…
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Lost Puzzle Piece
I used to feel like a lost puzzle piece To that one puzzle that got thrown out years ago or given away at a garage sale due to its missing pieces Among my dancer friends, the only one with no formal training Among my black friends, the only white friend…
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The Struggle of My Beginning
I feel lost and trapped in a world I don’t understand. I’m in a constant state of tug-of-war, Being grabbed at by so many hands…
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Sojourners
We wander the world of stability, Well acquainted with grief, pain, and sorrow. Things change, adapting’s our ability, Our lives, which were great, might change tomorrow…
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