It's not what I lost. It's what I've found. I was only seventeen, just a girl, when God asked me for everything I had . . . my health, my hopes, my independence, my dreams, my freedom, and my mobility. He took it all. I was so angry with Him that I tried to push Him away. God relentlessly held me more closely. Looking back, forty years later, I understand that God has changed and healed me--my heart and my mind--in the most unexpected ways,...