"'Yes, Mommy, I remember,' he said. 'That's where the angels sang to me."
Prologue

"Feeling pretty smug in my martyrdom, I had just reached the top landing when a still, small voice arose in my heart: And what did my Son do for you?"
Chap. 2, p. 12

"Even during my conversations with others, my prayers ascended, a kind of mental background music that would've been in the foreground—the only ground—if only life didn't have an annoying way of rolling on.:
Chap. 5, p. 26

"By the second afternoon, I saw something that terrified me: the shadow of death."
Chap. 5, p. 26

"Now I was finally in a room where no one was looking at me, and I began raging at God."
Chap. 8, p. 39

"I was desperate for prayer, desperate that other believers would bang on the gates of heaven and beg for the life of our son...