“For Sheol cannot thank You, death cannot praise You; those who go down to the pit cannot hope for Your truth. The living, the living man, he shall praise You, as I do this day.” Isaiah 38:18–19   The house was far too quiet. The Shunamite woman stood in the doorway, the crushing weight of loss pressing against her chest. Her son, the miracle she had fought so hard to believe in, had breathed his last. There was no music in her home, only the hollow ache of a dream that seemed to have ...