I had, and I struggled with anger over the senseless events that had led to her death. Yet alongside the grief, I sensed a competing thought trying to come to the surface. I attempted to shake it off, but I couldn’t. Finally, after several hours of sensing a discord between my emotions and my spirit, I got down on my knees at the end of my bed and prayed. “Father, I’m grieving over this woman’s death. However, in my heart I feel as if something is wrong. What’s going on?” Almost immediately, I heard