Hello, God. It's me, Mara.

You know, Lord, Jonna, shared a story her friend, Sally, told her, which happened a few years back, at the birth of Sally's third baby, when she'd lost her newly born baby girl. It was a cold autumn day when they stood at the graveside service of baby Shenna.

Sally recalled the large pine tree that shadowed the open grave which looked like a wound in the ground. Her dad was there, holding firstborn Gary, then only four years old. Little 18-month-old MaryJo wriggled in her grandma's arms, trying to reach the flowers.

Time passed by. Sally and Dale prayed for and with their two little ones. That...