Every week at 71Five City club, a middle school boy would raise his hand during prayer time. Week after week, he’d ask for the same thing:”Can you pray that my mom would stop using drugs?” He never missed a week. He never stopped believing that something could change. While other kids would rotate through different requests, he stayed focused. He believed God could heal the one thing that hurt him the most, his mom’s addiction. That kind of faith, simple, persistent, and full of hope, hit us hard. It reminded us of the kind of prayer Jesus talked about, the kind that keeps knocking no matter how long the door stays shut. On our recent trip to South Umpqua Falls, this same boy ran up to me with the biggest smile on his face. He said, “Guess what? My mom’s going to treatment. She’s getting clean!” You could feel the joy, the relief, the breakthrough in his voice.