“God, I pray Mitch never feels sad about his sister again.” My eyes flew open. I didn’t hear another word that was prayed. Instantly, my friend’s words grated against me. Just a moment earlier, I’d asked for prayer—not long after the sudden death of my sister, aged just 13. But this wasn’t what I meant. I was heartbroken—but that was okay, wasn’t it? I was heartbroken—but that was okay, wasn’t it? Honestly, I was no longer sure. Perhaps my pain was meant to dissipate in the presence of prayer, but it certainly seemed to be lingering as strong as ever....