Many of us walk around carrying invisible burdens – regrets we have never shared, wounds we hope no one sees, failures we wish we could erase. Yet something within us stirs when we finally whisper, "I need help. I need prayer." It is not a collapse but a surrender into mercy. It is the moment the prodigal son turns toward home, the moment the tax collector beats his breast, the moment the lost sheep bleats faintly in the dark hoping the Shepherd is listening.
And so this week's reflection is more than a meditation. It is a petition – a humble plea from one sinner to another, from one pilgrim to another. I ask for your prayers, and in doing so, I pray that each of us discovers the freedom and the healing that can only unfold when we admit our need for grace.






