PART I
 

      The realization that I would not die of grief over the death of my daughter left me in a terrible void.  I sat on the sofa day after day, crying and staring out the window, unable to function.  I left the house only when absolutely necessary, moving like a robot without feeling.

      I cried out to God for help, but since I had been mad at Him all my life i didn't expect an answer.

      I was aware that my friends thought I was a 'basket case,' and tried different ways of pulling me out of my melancholy.

      My dear friend Adabelle called one day, saying "Lenore, you need to get out of the house.  Let's go out to lunch...I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes."

      We talked about what I should do to start living again. Then Adabelle said, "Would you consider going to a Good News Prayer Meeting with me?  Maybe R.J. will go, too."

      I said, "Well, I guess it would be good for us to get out of the house--a prayer meeting, you say?"

      "Yes, it's at a church in Corona...you'll be blessed.  If you want to go, we'll pick you up at six-thirty."

      This turned out to be the turning point in my life.  I had an encounter with Jesus Christ, the living God!

      In the ensuing years I found that God was not cold and uncaring and has gone to great lengths to prove His faithfulness to me.  Though sometimes He chastens me, testing whether I will obey Him, I am learning to trust God with my life.