Journeying with parents who experience the death of their infant is a divine assignment. You walk with them in their deepest valley of pain. Where they no longer feel the anointing of their head with oil or their cup overflowing. They wrestle with the green pastures that have rotted and withered with no sign of life. There is no water to be still. It is dry and bare. At their table sit their enemies’: pain, grief, anger, denial, and bargaining. They sit tall as though they we