Two weeks ago, I was feeling so down and desperate that I didn’t even know what to pray for anymore. During midday Mass at the Church of St. Mary of the Angels, I broke down and cried hopelessly during the Eucharist. All I could say was, “Help me, Lord. I am drowning and don’t know what to do.” In that moment, I imagined myself like St. Peter when he began to sink after stepping out onto the water to walk toward Jesus. He saw the storm, panicked, and began to drown—yet Jesus reached out His hand to save him. I felt the same way, needing His hand to lift me up. After Mass, I messaged my supplier to check on some stock because I had a customer preparing to travel to Finland. To my surprise, she told me her shop would be closed in October for renovations and only reopen in November. I was puzzled, but I realized I had no choice—I needed to go earlier, and the only window available was during PSLE week. Since my husband had to be with our child for the PSLE, I went alone. I prayed aga...