During most of September, I have been battling and recovering from bronchitis. I don't think I have ever been this sick in my entire thirty-three years of life. And when I was at my lowest point, feeling utterly incompetent and useless, unable to care for myself and my kids, God met me in a surprisingly profound way.

This past Sunday, my pastor preached a sermon on unanswered prayer. While discussing the reasons why some prayers go unanswered, one...