ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
For years I religiously observed a late-December ritual of journaling my hopes and goals for the New Year. It was an ambitious, idealistic list, but even so, it was written out of great faith. With all my heart I believed God would show up in
He stole through the church doors, long, lanky, and strong of stench. His bony limbs were swallowed in oversized tweed, his hair a matted mess of gray, fingernails long and filthy. His face was gaunt, eyes expressionless. “Homeless” would have been a generous term for
Before my son was born, I had enough parenting ideals to create my own currency. I remember saying things like, “We’re not going to work our lives around our children; they’re going to work around us,” and “I will never let my child do that.”
[When I wrote this over three years ago, I knew of only one other “older mom” of younger kids. I was in uncharted waters. Since then, I’ve met many more women in this same boat. If you’re feeling at all “late” or “laughable,” I hope this
Eddie and I will be married three years next month. We’re still newbies, wet behind the ears. But more than one friend of mine has walked away from her marriage before her own third anniversary. What began as bliss ended in broken hearts and bitterness.
Years ago, God gave me a simple mental image that helped me persevere through long years of singleness. I pictured a treasure chest where my tears were stored and turned into eternal reward. By imagining each tear of anguish counting for eternity (see Psalm 126:5),
I’m an obsessive Thinker. I can get stuck in my own head for weeks at a time. But I’m also a textbook Feeler. I feel everything far too intensely. So when God is carving convictions into my soul, when His hand is at work preparing
It’s the agony and the ecstasy, isn’t it? An amazing godly man shows interest in you, and you want to know if this is “the one.” Like, now. Fear looms on the horizon and the emotional stakes are high. You want to do the right
August 5, 2011 Fleeting moments…Yes, these will flyAnd he’ll be grownIn the blink of an eye.True,Sleepless hoursAnd baggy eyesWon’t be missed,But realizeThat with them goHis newborn ways:His coos and cries,His cherub face.With every seasonComes its joysAnd challengesOf raising boys.So rest and revelIn this brief dayBefore
Imagine keeping a lion in a small cat-carrier . . . for years. Day after day, night after night, he roars, he eats (a lot). His energy is endless . . . and yet you keep him caged. As a single girl in my thirties
For years I religiously observed a late-December ritual of journaling my hopes and goals for
He stole through the church doors, long, lanky, and strong of stench. His bony limbs
Before my son was born, I had enough parenting ideals to create my own currency.
[When I wrote this over three years ago, I knew of only one other “older
Eddie and I will be married three years next month. We’re still newbies, wet behind
Years ago, God gave me a simple mental image that helped me persevere through long
I’m an obsessive Thinker. I can get stuck in my own head for weeks at
It’s the agony and the ecstasy, isn’t it? An amazing godly man shows interest in
August 5, 2011 Fleeting moments…Yes, these will flyAnd he’ll be grownIn the blink of an
Imagine keeping a lion in a small cat-carrier . . . for years. Day after
