This book has been sitting on my book shelf for close to two years. I have not dared to open its pages because it is too scary to immerse yourself into a memoir that is based on "God allowed my child to be hit by a car and die, that has driven by my son". Makes no sense. Shakes you to the core. But what a good book. Mary Beth starts the book, just skimming The Day. Then she backs it up, goes into a wonderful narrative about her own childhood, faith, brushes with The church, some crappy, some good. Her understanding Who God is, some crappy, some good. Aspects of being a wife, a mother, an over-achiever, some crappy, some good. She is very candid, very funny. Christ is REAL to her. And losing her third adopted child, her fifth child, the baby of the family hideously, so tragically-she does not sugar coat it with all those Christian-ese lines. She admits that 18 months later when she can just start to blog, that she is a mess, still. Her underlining mantra: God did not look away when tragedy ripped right through her. He was there, is here, and always be here...and it OK that she does not like it, does not understand it, never will completely, but we were made for eternity, not complete understanding on this earth with these limited minds and eyes. And God understands our limits and meets us there. Really a beautiful book. Honest, not preachy. I went away amazed by Mary Beth, but even more amazed by God, despite how books like these makes every mother want to cry and upset that God does allow horrible things happen.