When I was a very young child, I was diagnosed with a genetic defect that could cause me all sorts of problems. I was given an uncertain future; heart problems, kidney problems, learning problems. One thing they thought was certain was that I would never have children.
I didn’t grow up in church, but I remember someone taking me not long after my diagnosis. I don’t remember anything about the service, except the end. To my horror, when they gave the call for prayer I was picked up and taken to the alter. Some strangers prayed for me, and I don’t think they ever saw me again. There was no big magical moment where God confirmed that He answered their prayer, but each year, I developed fine. I even had a son.