ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
Dear Younger Self—I know it’s cliché,But I would go back if I couldTo say: Make yourself small,Don’t resent being weak—Humility before GodWill set you free.
Before the foundations of the world were laid, you saw me and knew me and knew my days. You had already determined the era of
As the new year dawns, none of us has any idea what lies ahead. Many of our days will unfold quite differently from how we’ve
Think of that wonderful truth that God came here in human flesh and blood, and…died a cruel death upon the tree. Turn that over and
If you’re like me, your calendar was hemorrhaging long before the holidays showed up. In fact, the pace we keep is a cultural phenomenon of
I was 25 years old when I scored my dream job—working as an editor on the outskirts of Washington, D.C. After growing up in California, I
I penned this almost eight years ago in the midst of a desperate season, when I was hungry for the Word and a quiet space
My life is a story of God being with me. I can point to time after time when He broke in on my darkness, when
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
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
Dear Younger Self—I know it’s cliché,But I would go back if I couldTo say: Make
Before the foundations of the world were laid, you saw me and knew me and
Think of that wonderful truth that God came here in human flesh and blood, and…died
If you’re like me, your calendar was hemorrhaging long before the holidays showed up. In
I was 25 years old when I scored my dream job—working as an editor on
I penned this almost eight years ago in the midst of a desperate season, when
I’m exhausted. To the marrow of my bones, I am spent and weary. A few
Before my son was born, I had enough parenting ideals to create my own currency.
