Lord,
This morning I pause…
and when I scan my body, I feel the weight of what I’ve been carrying.
There’s a virus in me—I can sense it.
My throat is sore, my body is tired, my energy is low.
I’m taking what I need to, Lord—medically, practically.
But more than anything, I am turning to You,
the God who heals not only the body but the soul beneath the symptoms.
I ask that the medicine will work,
that this doesn’t turn into a lingering flu.
I suspect it’s not just physical.
The past three weeks have been full of pressure, full of strain,
and now my body is calling out for relief.
I hear it.
And I bring it to You, the Great Physician.
And then there’s my stomach, Lord.
It’s always been sensitive, always easily upset.
I remember my father’s struggle—how digestion was a lifelong battle for him.
But I say today: That is not my portion.
I will not accept it as my inheritance.
You’ve given me wisdom, God.
You’ve shown me what to eat and what to avoid.
I pray now not just for information,
but for sustainability.
I don’t want another flash-in-the-pan attempt.
I want a method that works for me,
one that brings long-term healing,
one that aligns with Your vision for my health.
Because this is more than food.
It’s emotional.
It’s spiritual.
It’s relational.
I’ve realized I’m alone—not lonely, but deeply alone.
My life is rich with purpose.
My heart is full of You.
And I’ve learned to enjoy life on my own.
But the truth is—my routine is solitary.
And somewhere in that silence,
I’ve turned to sugar and unhealthy foods for comfort.
They’ve become my reward, my relief, my silent company.
But I want more.
I want to be free.
So I pray for healing in my gut,
healing in my patterns,
healing in my need for comfort that doesn’t come from You.
I pray that by Monday, I’ll feel refreshed,
ready to show up fully—mind, body, and spirit.
Because right now, physically, I am not at my best.
And I need Your help.
Lead me this weekend.
Show me what to eat.
Give me peace in my belly, peace in my choices,
and clarity in how I steward this body.
Lord, I’ve eaten the wrong things these past two weeks—
and now I can feel it in my blood sugar, in my energy,
in that strange, terrifying place where I drift in sleep and can’t wake up.
I don’t have the diagnosis.
But You know exactly what’s happening inside me.
So I ask You to regulate what’s off-balance.
Heal what’s misfiring.
Restore what’s been harmed.
Align every organ, every hormone, every system—
by the power of Your name, Jesus.
And yet, even in my weakness, I desire You.
Today I just want to sit in Your presence.
I want to soak in worship.
I want to be still and let You fill me again.
I’ve learned from those who walk deeply with You
that time in Your presence is not optional—it’s essential.
So today, I say yes to rest.
Yes to worship.
Yes to simply being with You.
Help me to follow through.
I used to meet my goals with ease.
Now I find it hard to keep promises to myself.
At the start of this year, I asked You for personal integrity—
not just to be faithful to others,
but to be faithful to me.
I’ve promised myself healing.
I’ve promised myself weight loss.
I’ve promised myself wholeness.
And I’m tired of letting myself down.
So I ask You to restore that willingness to push through.
Give me grit. Give me grace.
Give me strength that doesn’t run out after three days.
I don’t want a quick fix.
I want lasting change.
Let this be the beginning, Lord—
not just of healing my stomach,
but of healing my life.
In the holy, healing, faithful name of Jesus,
Amen
Wells of Wonder 