After my daughter died, it was hard to pray. My days consisted of sleeping and walking around in a daze. I grew used to feeling depressed. 6 years later, a series of answered prayers. I’ve moved into a cottage surrounded by flowers and sunlit windows. I’m speaking in public about grief, grace, and healing. I’ve made a host of new friends. I still don’t know if suffering is God’s plan. But I’m certain that God wants each of us to feel joy. It’s up to us to accept the gift.