ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
June 14, 2022 Mystery— Living in theIn-betweenThe unknownThe not-yet Shadow, substanceLong and shortHandspan, breath…Infinite Holding on andLetting goOpen handedLingering Fragile, fearfulUnmoved, strongLaughing joyBitter drink Hoping
As I did in 2021, I’m posting some of the email updates I send to friends and family. I typically edit these down a bit
Dear readers, Below is a collection of emails I’ve sent to friends regarding my second, and terminal, cancer diagnosis. I’ve edited out the more personal
Three years ago today, my phone rang with terrible news. My doctor’s office called to inform me they finally had the results of my three-and-a-half
When I was a child, my mother passed along to me a deep appreciation for the life story and writings of Elisabeth Elliot. As a
What is it about a good story? Kate DiCamillo said it best in The Tale of Despereaux: “Why would you save me?” Despereaux asked. “Have
What if tomorrow, one person could rise up and speak peace into the chaos of our world, healing into the brokenness? What if one voice
He could find his way to my doorstep blindfolded. He always takes the same route—by way of prolonged physical illness, sustained stress, or painful loss.
May the wisdom and hope of these dear saints encourage your hearts as they have mine. We may live in a dark world, but his
Before the foundations of the world were laid, you saw me and knew me and knew my days. You had already determined the era of
June 14, 2022 Mystery— Living in theIn-betweenThe unknownThe not-yet Shadow, substanceLong and shortHandspan, breath…Infinite Holding
Dear readers, Below is a collection of emails I’ve sent to friends regarding my second,
Three years ago today, my phone rang with terrible news. My doctor’s office called to
When I was a child, my mother passed along to me a deep appreciation for
What is it about a good story? Kate DiCamillo said it best in The Tale
What if tomorrow, one person could rise up and speak peace into the chaos of
He could find his way to my doorstep blindfolded. He always takes the same route—by
May the wisdom and hope of these dear saints encourage your hearts as they have
Before the foundations of the world were laid, you saw me and knew me and
