There were many months I questioned God's wisdom after our sudden loss of our daughter. After all, I couldn't fathom why God would simply take our little girl after she supposedly had successful orthopedic surgery that I thought would improve the quality of her life. There were times, like Job, where I would wrestle with God thinking I had to let him know how I was actually feeling about what happened to our family. As I wrestled with God over this matter there were many phone calls from good friends of mine who took the time to listen to my anguish. Like Job there were some well meaning friends who didn't have a clue what it was like to be in my shoes. In the end I discovered that God really was in control of our lives and instead of wrestling with him I decided to talk to him. I discovered that God understood the pain I was going through with the loss of our precious Maria.