Depressed housewife learns her husband was killed in a car accident the day previously, awakens the next morning to find him alive and well at home, and then awakens the next day after to a world in which he is still dead.

Father Kennedy: You see history's full of explained phenomena. Nobody knows why. Some people thought they suffered from what the ancients called "Blasphemare absens fides." The dangers of the faithless.
Linda Hanson: The faithless?
Father Kennedy: It's the notion that nature abhors a vacuum, even a spiritual one. People who've lost their beliefs, they're like empty vessels, more susceptible to having their lives taken over by forces bigger than themselves
Linda Hanson: Almost like a curse.
Father Kennedy: Or a miracle.
Linda Hanson: Yeah, well, I don't believe in miracles.
Father Kennedy: Every day we're alive can be a miracle, Linda
Linda Hanson: Well, it doesn't feel that way. Not that way. Father, something bad is going to happen. I need your... I need your help. I need your direction. I need faith.
Father Kennedy: Faith is just believing in something beyond yourself, something you can't feel, or smell, or touch... like hope or love.
Linda Hanson: I believe I've let all that go.
Father Kennedy: Maybe you should try and get it back again, huh?
Linda Hanson: But if it's too late...
Father Kennedy: It's never too late to realize what's important in your life, to fight for it.
Linda Hanson: I don't know what to fight for.
Linda Hanson: I wake up and he's dead. I wake up and he's alive.
Linda Hanson: If I let Jim die, is that the same thing as killing him?
Joanne: Honey, Jim's already dead.
Linda Hanson: Something is seriously fucked up!
Father Kennedy: Everyday we are alive can be a miracle.