We arrived at the Hotel Finca in Mahanaim on Friday afternoon as rain pelted our bus windows. Other buses had already arrived, and one by one, the buses unloaded. None of our group minded the wait because it gave the rain time to stop. When it was our turn, we got off, retrieved our luggage, and went to find our room assignments.

I hope you enjoy this short story I wrote at the Southern Christian Writers Conference. I had a vivid dream and awakened to grab my computer