I’m praying for you this morning.
May you have peace beyond understanding.
I plea to the One who heals the sick and lame
to bring honor and glory to His own name.
Asking God of all creation
to use this diagnosis to beckon
you to bow your knees at His heavenly throne
so that His perfect, sovereign ways will be known.
His love for you, extravagant.
This part of His plan is no accident.
Rest assured He is in control,
He is using this pruning to make you whole.