ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
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
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),
He stole through the church doors, long, lanky, and strong of stench. His bony limbs
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
