Sometimes people ask if I have a favorite of my Christian romance novels. Many authors would tell you that “that’s like having a favorite child! No way!” I’m a little odd, I guess. Yeah, I have a favorite. The Carpenter’s Daughter still feels like the gentle whisper of the Holy Spirit to my weary soul. While this is a Christian romance novel, this book sank into me. Like deep. Really deep. I haven’t moved past it yet. As a caveat, before I continue, let’s just clear this one thing up: I’m not Sarah Sharpe. Yes, my dad is a carpenter type guy. But that’s about all the outward similarities I…