I'm tired. Last night I had just driven from Coffs Harbour to hold a DIDs (Dads in Distress) meeting in Forster, and returned in the early hours of the morning. I am on the road a lot. My car is my office, often it's also my dressing room, and often it's my bedroom. Often on the long hauls, I find myself talking to a very special passenger. My Lord, my Higher ...