Spurgeon and I have a lot in common. When Jill shared her heart—both good and bad—I would “fix” her. One time when she was agonizing over Kim, I told her, “Why don’t you just give her to God?” Her reply shut me up: “I do. I do every day.” Other times I was unaware of what Jill was feeling. I didn’t realize what having a disabled child had done to her friendships, her future, and her dreams. Even though I did things for her, I began to understand why Jill wondered if I loved her. I realized that I