Why Forwarding Daily Morning Prayer Texts To My Estranged College Daughter Cost Me My Last Conversation And My Quiet Faith
Three hundred and twenty-five miles. That was the exact distance between my kitchen table in Dayton and the...
Author: Vanessa L. Collins
Why Forwarding Daily Morning Prayer Texts To My College Son Cost Me My Last Conversation And My Quiet Faith
I reckon I got the whole thing wrong from the start, and honestly, that is the part that...
Why Dividing Three Thousand Four Hundred Fifty Dollars And Two Stubborn Kids Cost Me My Final Peace
The metal handle of the kitchen drawer was cold under my thumb when Clara slammed it shut, and...
Why A Hand-Taped Prayer In My Son’s Bible Cost Me My Only Child And My Quiet Faith
Heavenly Father, thank You for the gift of my son. Please watch over him, guide his steps, and...
Why A Small Box Of Unsent Letters And An Empty Side Of The Bed Cost Me My Quiet Peace
The green ledger book on Arthur’s desk always smelled faintly of old glue and pipe tobacco, even though...
Why Thirty Seven Christmas Gifts And A Cold Exclusion Cost My Father His Entire Trust Fund
The snow was drifting past the living room windows in heavy white curtains, piling up against the glass...
Why Marking Elena Absent Twenty Three Times Cost Me Seven Years Of Quiet Sleep
The blue plastic cap from the dry-erase marker always smelled like stale vinegar whenever I pulled it off...
Why A Small Summer Favor And A Quiet Eight Year Old Cost Me My Safe Ignorance
My daughter called me on a Tuesday afternoon while I was halfway through canning peach preserves, her voice...
Why Forwarding Daily Morning Prayer Texts To My Estranged Son Cost Me Seven Years Of Silence
I know you’ll hate me. Maybe I deserve it, and honestly, looking back at the wreckage I made...
Why Forwarding Daily Morning Prayer Texts To My Estranged Daughter Cost Me My Last Conversation And My Quiet Faith
Heavenly Father, in the mighty name of Jesus, I come before You and declare that every hidden plan...