David B. Koll
Omaha, Nebraska, United States
A journey of faith through the pain of estrangement
*I could feel my soul filling up with emotions.* I knew immediately that I could not allow this feeling to overwhelm me. I needed an exhaust valve to release the building pressure. I was afraid of this feeling. I grabbed my pen and found some blank paper. I started writing. I assumed it would be just for a few days. A month tops. I was wrong. I also knew that a prayer would never fail to find its intended destination. I was right.