You don’t have, because you don’t ask. James 4:3 He frowned and muttered under his breath.  At 6:30 a.m. and a junior in high school, who wouldn’t be a bit unhappy? But being mom, I felt there was something more than the usual morning grumpiness of a teenage boy. “When are we going to do something about my wrist? I am tired of the pain.” My heart broke because I wasn’t sure if we could do anything. Our business was struggling. We had lost our health insurance. Collin had a pre-existing condition. He needed a bone-graft surgery on his wrist. The […]