I’m a TCK. I don’t normally like labels, but if the shoe fits, might as well wear it, right?
TCKs are people who, when you ask us, “Where are you from?” we just sort of stare.
And then we fumble out some dumb answer that is nothing like what we feel. Because if I truly answered that question, then you‘d be the one staring at me!
Why can’t I just give a quick, one-word answer, like, “Tulsa,” or some other tangible point on earth that has a house and picket fence, or however the locals live there?
Locals? Do they even say that in America? Sigh. Can you tell I’m not “American”?
Most TCKs have no idea where on earth to call “home.” We’ll never look like, sound like or “be” a native of the country we grew up in. And we’ll never feel like, talk like, think like, or act just like the people from the country our passport says is ours.
Those two cultures have blended inside us to form a “third” culture. Which I guess is what earned us the label Third Culture Kid.
I’ve lived in so many countries now, they’re going to need a new label for me.
Or maybe I already know who I truly am. Because, you see, my home isn’t on this earth. It’s in Heaven. Or, more specifically, Christ is my Home. Wherever He is, that’s where I’m at home. His arms around me, His voice in my ear, laughing at my stupid jokes and loving me just as I am. Just the way He created me and raised me up to be, with all the heavenly qualities of all my many cultures blended together.
I guess you can call me a KCK — Kingdom Culture Kid. Because I don’t do things the way everyone else expects me to in their many, boxed-in ways.
I’m free. I want to do things the way my King does, not the world, no matter how great some cultures think they are. Oh, there are sweet, heavenly things in each of my earthly cultures, and those I think I’ll keep. But the rest of the expectations people have of me … well, I’m just not going to dance to those tunes anymore.
I was never going to please all those people anyway.
No, I dance to a different tune. I know it. They may not like it, but that’s okay. Because I’m free! Here, with my head pressed against the chest of the One I love, I can hear His heart beat, and dance to His rhythm!
Yes, Jesus, You are my Home. Wherever You are, that’s where I want to be. Whatever You’re doing, that’s what I want to do. John 5:19.
When people look in my eyes, when they hear me speak, when they see my life, I want them to know Who my King is and desire to belong to the Kingdom I call Home.
“Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.” Galatians 1:10 (NIV)
Moms, whether your daughter is a TCK or not, you’ll love studying together with her author Mikaela Vincent’s Delight to Become a Woman of God, a Bible study workbook for young women ages 11 and up on listening to God’s voice, drawing near to Christ, unlocking her beauty, and loving well, so she can become the woman of God He created her to be.
And here’s the version for young men, Dare to Become a Man of God:
With so many difficulties today’s singles face, Delight to Be a Woman of God and Dare to Become a Man of God, by author Mikaela Vincent of MoreThanAConquerorBooks.com, are two Bible study workbooks for ages 14 and up you won’t want to miss! Packed full with tips for listening to God’s voice, knowing His will, finding the spouse God has prepared for you, and breaking free from sin habits and strongholds that keep you from the sweetest things in life, these deep dives into the Word of God just might change your life: