There are days when my body aches so deeply I can barely move. When my chest feels heavy with sorrow. When anxiety swells like waves crashing over my mind, and depression lingers like a fog refusing to lift. It is in these moments — the midnight hours of the soul — that I am reminded of the sacred necessity of discernment and the power of relentless prayer. Discernment isn’t always a loud revelation. Sometimes, it’s a whisper through the tears. It’s the strength to say, “God, I don’t understand this pain, but I trust You.” We are not called to walk through suffering alone. We are called to pray —…