How do you know God is real?
In the emotionally charged, fire-filled faith in which Addie Zierman grew up, the answer to this question was simple: Because you’ve felt him. Now, at age thirty, she feels nothing. Just the darkness pressing in. Just the winter cold. Just a buzzing silence where God’s voice used to be. So she loads her two small children into the minivan one February afternoon and heads south in a last-ditch effort to find the Light. In her second memoir, Night Driving, Zierman powerfully explores the gap between our sunny faith fictions and a God who often seems hidden and silent. Against the backdrop of rushing interstates, strangers’ hospitality, gas station coffee, and screaming children, Zierman stumbles toward a faith that makes room for doubt, disappointment, and darkness... and learns that sometimes you have to run away to find your way home.