I began my vacation this morning by weeping.
But mostly, for me, it is about the wonder, and imperfections, of human love.
The main characters–Robert Boughton, the dying preacher, and two of his children, the sensitive Glory and her wayward brother, Jack–are each imperfect, and yet each is so tenderly beautiful.
I wept for my father, and our lost chance for connection, and for things I miss about midwestern small town life.
Most of all I wept in gratitude. The last line of the book is, “The Lord is wonderful.”