My mom was silent in response to my frantic question of her: Momma, will it be there in the morning? Tears were running down my cheeks as I glanced at the flames greedily licking up the wood walls of our 73-year-old farmhouse. My nine-year-old brain was trying to shut out the undeniable fate of my beautiful canopy bed. My grandmother had recently bought my sister and me a matching bedroom … [Read more...] about How To Not Panic When God Seems Silent