
Why hasn’t God healed me?
I used to think suffering was meant to teach me lessons—hard but good life lessons—and as soon as I learned what God wanted me to
ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
I used to think suffering was meant to teach me lessons—hard but good life lessons—and as soon as I learned what God wanted me to
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 if tomorrow, one person could rise up and speak peace into the chaos of our world, healing into the brokenness? What if one voice
I’ve moved fifteen times in fourteen years, and here I am again—purging bedrooms and packing cardboard boxes. Pretty sure I could do this in my
I remember the first time I visited the White House. I admired it from behind its wrought-iron fence, a tourist with a camera. The second
In the past decade, going to the doctor has felt a bit like guzzling apple cider vinegar while walking barefoot on hot coals. Not exactly
Yesterday felt heavy and strange as we closed the door on 2018. What a year. Twelve months ago today, I was recovering from the first
Well, tomorrow is Round 12, my final chemo infusion. It was three months ago today that I went in for my first infusion, with a
Four months ago I found a lump in my breast. And the Spirit clearly said, “This lump is a gift.” ~ ~ ~ This summer
I used to think suffering was meant to teach me lessons—hard but good life lessons—and
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 if tomorrow, one person could rise up and speak peace into the chaos of
I’ve moved fifteen times in fourteen years, and here I am again—purging bedrooms and packing
I remember the first time I visited the White House. I admired it from behind
In the past decade, going to the doctor has felt a bit like guzzling apple
Yesterday felt heavy and strange as we closed the door on 2018. What a year.
Well, tomorrow is Round 12, my final chemo infusion. It was three months ago today
Four months ago I found a lump in my breast. And the Spirit clearly said,