The car, deprived of the heater, became a freezer. We made sure the children were bundled up against the cold. Then we prayed that God would send help or guide me to where I could buy some gas. I asked the children to pray. Their faith was bigger than mine! I knew God wanted me to come to Him expressing my need with child-like faith, but my trust in my heavenly Father was dead, drowned in a pool of unbelief. Why should He hear me?