There is one thing I have realized while living life.

There are moments when it feels like there is truly nothing I can do.

As I raise my three sons, I have lost count of how often those moments come.

Whenever my eldest son, middle son, or youngest son gives me trouble for various reasons, I ultimately find myself kneeling down and praying.

..........After all, there's nothing else I can do but pray.

The eldest son was a source of pride.

A smart kid who majored in economics at Columbia University in New York. He was always the one who survived with a smile amidst fierce competition, but a few years ago, he developed a herniated disc while exercising.

As the symptoms worsened, there were many days when he could hardly walk, and he eventually had to take a break from work. I wanted to help him in any way I could, but it wasn't something that could be solved with money. I tried everything I could: hospitals, rehabilitation, medication... Yet on days when the pain wouldn't go away, I simply whispered, "God, please let my son walk again."

The middle son is another source of worry.

He married young, claiming to be in love, and even had a beautiful son. However, the marriage didn't last long, and now he is raising his child as a single dad. Seeing him juggle work and parenting alone without the child's mother makes me feel sorry for him, but sometimes I wonder why he rushed through life and got hurt. Every time I feel that way, I pray again. "God, please give this child the strength not to tire. Help him stand tall as a father."

And then there's the youngest.

He attends community college but is addicted to gaming, often staying up all night, and has even dabbled in marijuana, leading to a chaotic lifestyle. Even when his two older brothers scold him, the youngest just laughs it off. That makes me even more anxious. Watching him live in a shabby apartment with friends, his future seems as hazy as fog. So I pray. "God, please help this child not to lose his way."

People ask. What has changed by praying like that?

To be honest, praying hasn't changed the situation overnight. My eldest son's back didn't suddenly get better, the middle son's tough life didn't become easy overnight, and the youngest didn't quit gaming. But prayer helps me endure.

If I had tried to carry the weight of my three sons' problems entirely on my own, I would have collapsed by now. Prayer is a time when I can temporarily lay down the burdens I carry before God.

Prayer is not a solution, but a breath of fresh air. And because of that space, I live another day.

Perhaps tomorrow, the day after, and the next, my three sons will trouble me again. At that time, I will kneel again.... After all, there's nothing else I can do but pray.