Tag: TCKs
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Who Do You Sound Like? On Accent, Identity, and Christ
TCKs often fall into one of two extremes – we try to stand out loud and proud, or we try to blend in, conform, and disguise our differences…
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TCK Voices: Connecting the Dots and Observing Before Engaging
Growing up as a TCK, specifically as a missionary kid, has greatly influenced my faith. In both the positive and the negative…
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The Contentment Dilemma: Stewarding the Present While Dreaming of the Future
“Why is it so hard for me to be content?” Frustration leaked through my tone as I turned to my mom, one hand curled around my coffee mug…
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Rain, “No Pasa Nada,” and Thankfulness as an Attitude
My day had started badly. I’d refused to get up when my alarm clock went off. When I finally did crawl out of bed…
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TCK Voices: Nowhere is Perfect But Everywhere Grows You
Sometimes, amid culture shock or yet another move, it’s easy to find yourself looking at a certain place with nostalgic, rose-colored glasses. You may start to believe that the grass is greener … somewhere else.
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Dear Younger Me, You are God’s Child
Dear Younger Me, I want you to know your very real needs are not too big of a burden to share with God or your loved ones. He never created you to live on automatic pilot, numbing what lies beneath…
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Away From Home At Christmas
Christmas: a time of glowing candles, comfy living rooms, and warm gingerbread. Christmas: an occasion to sing carols, meet up with family, and joyfully celebrate the birth of our Saviour. Or, Christmas: a day of loneliness, longing, and separation?
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vagabond
dirt beaten into a line by many feet that traveled by leaving something and running to another, learning along the way.
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Trance
It must’ve been a dream swirling torches, whirling faster and faster under the light of the moon a bright half turned on its side shining down on the dangerous dance
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To My New Friends
There is not enough time. There is never enough time. From the moment we meet, I am thinking of the end; maybe because I have done this before. I’ve done this too many times before and every ending is too soon so there are two choices in response to that truth:
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Not My Home
Gazing out the window Of a house built on blessings; Straining my eyes to the horizon, I will them to defy nature.
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