Suffering’s Invitation
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
ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
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
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
As women, we really don’t ask for much. We’d just like to be healthy. Financially secure. Marry a great guy. See our children grow up
My dirty, sweaty 5-year-old is sitting on the back porch happily humming and throwing fistfuls of birdseed on the lawn. We’ll have an aviary here by
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
This past year has been one of the hardest of my life. My hubby will say the same. We watched the bottom drop out from
He was a blind man. A beggar. He lived long before Braille and social welfare, so he was probably far more desperate than the homeless
If you’ve ever spent time around someone who thinks they know everything, you’ve got a pretty good picture of what I was like in my late
I remember the first time I visited the White House. I admired it from behind
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,
As women, we really don’t ask for much. We’d just like to be healthy. Financially
My dirty, sweaty 5-year-old is sitting on the back porch happily humming and throwing fistfuls of
I penned this almost eight years ago in the midst of a desperate season, when
He was a blind man. A beggar. He lived long before Braille and social welfare,
If you’ve ever spent time around someone who thinks they know everything, you’ve got a pretty