My older sister, Char, abruptly became single when her husband passed away from a massive stroke. It hurt to watch her grieve. I heard her ask God, "Is this the end? Until death do us part? Am I divorced now? Are forty-six years of love and commitment down the drain?" Soon thereafter, my precious mother died. On the night of her funeral, I awoke with a start at 1:30, the formation of a novel coursing through my mind. I grabbed pen and paper and wrote furiously. It felt like only minutes had passed, but as I noticed the sun rising above the mountains, the foundation of I'll Point to Heaven had...