I wish this book had been around 20 years ago. If I had read it when my daughters were small, it would have reassured me about some of my decisions, challenged me to make some different choices, and clarified my thinking about the difficult business of raising children in the faith. As I read the chapter on praying with children, I wished I had, as Karen Marie Yust suggests, encouraged our children to share the pain and fear in their young lives in the classic form of the psalms of lament. If they had brought their sorrows and angers before God in this ancient way, what depths of honesty and trust might they have discovered in themselves? Yust’s guidelines for finding a genuinely child-friendly community of faith might have emboldened me to ask more of the adult-focused churches we were part of in those days.