Can you blame me for wondering if God heard my prayers? Desperation soaked every page of my prayer journals. Heck, I almost got writer’s cramp from pouring it all out. Over and over, day after day—countless heartfelt, fervent, prayers for God’s help and rescue. And my poor knees. I spent what felt like years on them, begging and pleading with God... “Help me! Answer me! Please!” By the time I started doubting that God heard my prayers, it felt like I’d been praying without ceasing for an...