<b><i>How do you know God is real?</i></b><br><b><i>&nbsp;</i></b><br>In the emotionally-charged, fire-filled faith in which Addie Zierman grew up, the answer to this question was simple:<i>Because you’ve FELT him.</i><br>&nbsp;<br>Now, at age 30, she feels <i>nothing. </i>Just the darkness pressing in. Just the winter cold. Just a buzzing silence where God’s voice used to be.<br>&nbsp;<br>So she loads her two small children into the minivan one February afternoon and heads south in one last-ditch effort to find the Light.<br>&nbsp;<br>In her second memoir, <i>Night Driving, </i>Addie Zierman<i> </i>powerfully explores the gap between our sunny, faith fictions and a God who often seems hidden and silent.<br>&nbsp;<br>Against the backdrop of rushing Interstates, strangers’ hospitality, gas station coffee, and screaming children, Addie 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.