Waiting for the Unknown

I'm officially on 'sabbatical' or, to put it another way, am now ensconced in my year of 'jubilee.' No novels to write for a year. God made it clear it was time to take a break. I've no idea what will emerge when I look back a year from now.

Heard an interview on the radio today about a man who came to faith in Christ in prison. Mother shot to death when he was 11, father stabbed to death when he was 14. He said, "Nobody loved me. Then I found out that God loves me."

I've always been loved. I'm glad God reached out to him. And to me.