EARLY IN 2012 at the age of twenty-four, my youngest daughter Laura Michelle passed away. She was severely disabled from birth, and her ongoing physical problems became increasingly intense right up to her sudden passing. Stacy and I had been married almost thirty-five years then, and were both solid Christians since early childhood. Like a red hot forge, Laura's illness burned away thoughts and ideas which were wrong-headed and even destructive. Everything we believed was reweighed and remeasured. The accumulated dross of daily living was discarded as we became stronger and deeper in our fait...