This is one of the hardest conversations in the Gospels. A mother asks for help for her sick child, and Jesus first says nothing, then says he was not sent to her, then uses a word that sounds like an insult. It is uncomfortable to read, and it is meant to be.
What stands out is the woman. She does not leave in anger, and she does not argue that she deserves help. She takes Jesus’ own picture and turns it into a prayer: even the dogs get the crumbs. She trusts that there is enough at his table for her daughter too. Jesus praises her faith above anyone else’s in Matthew.
Most of us have prayed and heard nothing. It is tempting to stop. This woman shows another way: keep coming, keep kneeling, keep it short if you must, “Lord, help me”. Silence is not always a no. Sometimes it is room for faith to grow.