I rearranged the box on the bench seat of the moving truck to better hear and see my son as he drove. “I haven’t had a chance to ask how you’re doing with your brother’s move.” “I never knew I could feel so many different emotions at the same time.” He shook his head. “I’m happy for him, excited, sad, …
Separation Unto the LORD
Separation… You’re reading this after I’ve spent eight days holed-up in a hotel room, finishing my rough draft on book #4–but I’m writing this in the midst of my separation from the world. Why does a middle-aged, empty-nester need quiet hotel room to write a biblical novel? Because my laundry yells at me, my dog has to go potty, and …