In the predawn hours of a November morning in Indiana, I gave birth to my first baby, a girl. Less than three hours later she died. It changed my life. That was the morning I became an adult—dealing with something larger than anything I had ever dealt with, something out of my control. It changed my husband’s life also, and it changed our relationship. Our love for each other and for God melded the three of us together at a depth and intensity we had never known. That bond has carried us through decades of life together. We have learned that suffering makes us stronger, and that for every painful event—there is compensation.