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  1. Contents
  2. Preface
  3. God Must Be a Country Music Fan
  4. A Little Turkey Somewhere
  5. Headed for Two Giant Glaciers
  6. A Dead End
  7. White-Trash Redneck
  8. Golden Ticket
  9. Another Not-So-Good Guy
  10. A Special Purpose
  11. Part of the Plan
  12. Generosity
  13. Getting Worse
  14. Bah Humbug
  15. Thin and Shredded
  16. Opportunities
  17. Chance Encounter
  18. A New Song
  19. Serenity
  20. Under the Speckled Stars
  21. Help
  22. Windows
  23. Stuck in Traffic
  24. Flawed and Broken
  25. Doug’s Bike Shop
  26. It’s Bad When
  27. A Common Bond
  28. A Tiny Fraction of Hope
  29. As Poor as I Am
  30. Opportunities
  31. The Note
  32. A Handshake
  33. Something So Cool
  34. Stripped and Left Barren
  35. Nice on a Bumper Sticker
  36. Family Portrait
  37. Better and Worse
  38. Like a Circus in There
  39. Lost Cause
  40. A Hero
  41. Silent Night
  42. The Storm
  43. The Man Inside
  44. Christmas Gift
  45. My Little One
  46. The Only Thing
  47. The Weight of the World
  48. Receiving
  49. The Sign
  50. All His Heart and All His Soul
  51. Where You’re Going
  52. Home
  53. Under the Tree
  54. Paper Angels
  55. The Shoes
  56. A Piece
  57. Epilogue
  58. The Following July
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. Author’s Note
  61. A Conversation with Jimmy Wayne

Alcohol abuse was a part of growing up. I’ve seen the effects firsthand: what it can do to a family and to an individual. I simply took snapshots of my own real-life experiences and applied them to this family. Actually, I was more like Sara, the one who didn’t know exactly what was going on, while my sister was more like Thomas. She’s always been my light.

Thomas has a revelation about his purpose in life: “He liked to believe that he was called for a special purpose. And that special purpose didn’t have to be twenty years in the future. It might be twenty minutes away. One never knew.”(p. 58) Did you have these notions about purpose when you were growing up? How have they affected your actions today?

Even as a child growing up poor and moving from foster home to foster home there was always something inside me that said this life was temporary, I deserved better, and no one had the authority to stand in the way of my dreams, that they were my dreams.

Kevin reflects on the nature of God: “Then he imagined God’s hand, so firm and so strong. A hand that wouldn’t let him step out in front of a moving car, a hand that wasn’t going to let him bolt ahead, a hand that held him safe and secure.” (p. 133) Do you share Kevin’s experience of God?

I believe that God has given us all the resources we need to survive, just as a good parent would do. It’s up to us how we utilize these resources.

Kevin experiences several lapses in faith throughout the novel, especially with the stresses of his twins being born and the impending dissolution of his job. Has your own faith ever faltered in times of crisis?

There’s never been a time when I didn’t have faith in God. However, there’ve been many times when I’ve been disappointed in God’s timing.

Are you working on another novel?

I’m always thinking ahead. Writing another book is certainly in my future.

You walked across America to raise awareness for teens who age out of foster care. Can you share a few stories about this experience and about the people you met along the way? How did you decide to take this walk? What was your favorite state to walk through?

Project Meet Me Halfway is an ongoing campaign to raise awareness of at-risk youth aging out of foster care and becoming homeless. I hope someday to share any and all stories of my journey in a book.

How does songwriting differ from writing a novel? Do you ever classify your songs as “fiction” or “nonfiction”? Why or why not? Where is your favorite place to write?

Writing a novel versus a song is much different. A songwriter has to consolidate an entire story in three minutes. I usually write nonfiction songs. I write what I know best. My favorite place to write is in my kitchen near my coffeepot.