ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
**This article in no way intends to address the complex matters of mental health nor minimize the importance of modern medicine and psychiatric help that is available to those who suffer. I always encourage those who struggle with depression to seek professional support.** Depression first
I bet you’re waiting for something right now. And I don’t mean the traffic light to change or the water pot to boil. I mean, you’re really waiting, aren’t you? God wants me to want Him more than any particular outcome or hope fulfilled. I
If we could sit on a sunny patio and chat leisurely over iced coffees tomorrow, I’d want to ask you, “What’s the best part and worst part of this season of your life?” What would you say, dear one? What’s making your life painfully difficult
It was the last place on earth I wanted to be. I’d always loved flying, but this airplane, with all my worldly belongings crammed into the luggage compartment below me, symbolized the death of my dreams. Just two months before I’d scored a job as
This Sunday, you will not be far from my thoughts, dear one. With every fiber of your being you long to be a mom. You were made for motherhood, and everything within you cries out against your barrenness. I remember. I was 35 when I
I walked reverently between gravestones, mindful that the soil under my feet was rich with history. My eyes scanned epitaphs while my heart filled in untold stories…. Two small siblings, taken just months apart. A beloved mother. A faithful brother. The wealthy were marked by ornate
He was old when the promise came, and it pierced through a lifetime of hope deferred. It was an unreasonable promise, laughable at best. (Both he and his wife took turns laughing.) But he believed. Against all hope, in hope he believed. And then twenty-five
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),
**This article in no way intends to address the complex matters of mental health nor
I bet you’re waiting for something right now. And I don’t mean the traffic light
If we could sit on a sunny patio and chat leisurely over iced coffees tomorrow,
It was the last place on earth I wanted to be. I’d always loved flying,
This Sunday, you will not be far from my thoughts, dear one. With every fiber
I walked reverently between gravestones, mindful that the soil under my feet was rich with
He was old when the promise came, and it pierced through a lifetime of hope
Years ago, God gave me a simple mental image that helped me persevere through long
