
Stories are light (in a dark world)
As summer draws to an end and school beckons us into our fall routine, I’m catching my breath a bit. The past few months have
ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
As summer draws to an end and school beckons us into our fall routine, I’m catching my breath a bit. The past few months have
I love reading through the Old Testament books of First and Second Kings, where I see God’s justice and love, fierceness and faithfulness on display.
I’ll never forget Miss Moss, with her Coke-bottle glasses and a disability that left her slow and kind. She loved writing notes of encouragement even
I’m not in a wheelchair. I’m not on chemo. I’ve ended up in the hospital only two times, for brief outpatient visits. To see me,
This morning I woke up in a warm bed with a roof over my head. I took a hot shower, brewed a pot of coffee, and
I’m exhausted. To the marrow of my bones, I am spent and weary. A few days ago, I drove up a winding hill, fresh after
When my son was only a few months old, I had a mother-of-four walk by me and say, “Oh, I remember the days of only
I don’t write much about motherhood because I don’t know much yet. I have one son, and he’s just four years old. But it doesn’t
She was the It Girl in college: drop-dead gorgeous, smart, with a slew of handsome suitors and a voice that earned her a recording label.
As a young teen, I read her books and articles with a voracious appetite for her wisdom. When I was 20, I attended one of
As summer draws to an end and school beckons us into our fall routine, I’m
I love reading through the Old Testament books of First and Second Kings, where I
I’ll never forget Miss Moss, with her Coke-bottle glasses and a disability that left her
I’m not in a wheelchair. I’m not on chemo. I’ve ended up in the hospital
This morning I woke up in a warm bed with a roof over my head. I
I’m exhausted. To the marrow of my bones, I am spent and weary. A few
When my son was only a few months old, I had a mother-of-four walk by
I don’t write much about motherhood because I don’t know much yet. I have one
She was the It Girl in college: drop-dead gorgeous, smart, with a slew of handsome
As a young teen, I read her books and articles with a voracious appetite for