Tag: TCKs

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He left, not for freedom, but for a longing he could not name, a hunger deeper than bread, a thirst no well could quench…

Home is Where the Heart is

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in At Home In Him, Poetry, TCK Poetry

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?”

Marked by Light

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in At Home In Him, Poetry

When you’re down When you’re weary When you frown and say It’s too much to carry…

On Being Found Bared In the Darkness Alone Under the Grasping Tree

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Chana

in At Home In Him, Poetry, TCK Poetry

I have no one but You I am alone and scared Bared By my own sin and the sin of others Exposed in the darkness…

TCK Voices: You Can’t Put God in a Box

Dec 13, 2024

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in TCK Voices

We often have this expectation or prejudice about how God will move or speak, and with that we limit Him because we aren’t open to ways He might want to show up to us…

TCK Voices: The Beauty of Dwelling with People for a Time

Nov 15, 2024

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in TCK Voices

The shock of transitioning from an ethnically diverse, culturally rich mountainous village to the concrete jungle of the Bible Belt was difficult for me…

TCK Voices: My Voice Matters and My Story Is His

Oct 18, 2024

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in TCK Voices

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.

Green, Yellow, and Red

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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…

The Thousand Little Things

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Chana

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

Bittersweet

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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…

Lost Puzzle Piece

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Chana