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The Night I Actually Prayed The bedside lamp cast a weak circle of light, barely enough to see the chipped paint on the wall. It was 3:17 AM. Again. The digital clock glowed with an almost mocking intensity. Three seventeen. How had it gotten so late – or rather, so early? My internal monologue immediately launched into a familiar litany of self-reproach for not going to bed at a reasonable hour. My sister had called, frantic about her son’s fever spiking. Her voice cracked with worry as she described his flushed cheeks and rapid breathing. I could practically feel the panic radiating through the phone line. Then there was the email – my boss’s – subject line screaming “URGENT REVISIONS NEEDED BY MORNING.” And to top it all off, I'd just realized I completely forgot about a deadline at the volunteer organization. A presentation I’d promised weeks ago. I wasn't usually one for prayers. Felt…performative, somehow. Like reciting lines from a play I never auditioned for. There was always this nagging feeling that it wouldn't work, or worse, that it would be noticed – observed and judged by some unseen entity. But tonight, staring into the dark, exhaustion and frustration coiled tight in my chest, a physical weight pressing down on me. The silence of the room amplified everything: the hum of the refrigerator downstairs, the distant wail of a siren, the frantic beat of my own heart. I felt utterly overwhelmed, adrift in a sea of responsibilities. “Please,” I whispered, the words barely audible even to myself. The sound seemed swallowed by the darkness. “Just…give me enough courage to handle this. That’s all. Just enough.” No grand requests for miracles, no desperate pleas for an easy way out. Just a little strength. A tiny spark of resilience. The thought crossed my...