The answer to my fatigue turned out to be so simple. Why did no one ever carefully inquire during those five long years? Why did it take so long to find out why I couldn’t function? I can’t answer those questions, but I do know that my experience with fatigue drew me deeper into intimacy with God and prepared me to love others by offering the comfort that I have received. If this article has helped you, it’s because it was forged in the furnace of my own life and the mercies of God for me. Not one second of the dreariness and difficulty of the last five years has been wasted, except for what I wasted when I lost sight of God.

From the Muslim monsters who decapitated American hostage Nick Berg, to the Fort Dix, New Jersey, attack plotters, to convicted al-Qaida scientist Aafia Siddiqui, to Fort Hood assassin Nidal Malik Hasan, to Times Square bomber Faisal Shahzad, to the machete-wielding murderers who beheaded a London soldier on a busy street, to the truck and stabbing jihadists in Dijon and Nantes, to the Charlie Hebdo-targeting jihadists in Paris, to the ISIS gunmen at Bataclan, to double-stabber Wasil Rafat Farooqui in Roanoke, Virginia, the message of “Allahu Akbar” is unmistakable: