ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
Several years ago I wrote a story for my son whose world had been turned upside-down by both chronic illness and my first cancer diagnosis.
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
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.
September 29, 2006 You use pain so wisely,With infinite care,Knowing right whereTo push and pull and tearAnd break and burnUntil I’ve finally learnedWith all my
June 14, 2022 Mystery— Living in theIn-betweenThe unknownThe not-yet Shadow, substanceLong and shortHandspan, breath…Infinite Holding on andLetting goOpen handedLingering Fragile, fearfulUnmoved, strongLaughing joyBitter drink Hoping
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
May the wisdom and hope of these dear saints encourage your hearts as they have mine. We may live in a dark world, but his
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
Singleness is a long hike up a steep hill. Those who have navigated its precipices have stories to tell of it. (It’s that kind of
Several years ago I wrote a story for my son whose world had been turned
I used to think suffering was meant to teach me lessons—hard but good life lessons—and
Dear Younger Self—I know it’s cliché,But I would go back if I couldTo say: Make
September 29, 2006 You use pain so wisely,With infinite care,Knowing right whereTo push and pull
June 14, 2022 Mystery— Living in theIn-betweenThe unknownThe not-yet Shadow, substanceLong and shortHandspan, breath…Infinite Holding
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
May the wisdom and hope of these dear saints encourage your hearts as they have
Before the foundations of the world were laid, you saw me and knew me and
Singleness is a long hike up a steep hill. Those who have navigated its precipices
