Father God, whose loving touch vanquishes the power of any virus or disease, physical and spiritual, may Your beautifully scarred hands caress the aches and pains of my body and soul until I am recovered to do Your divine assignments. Lord, You are the great physician. There is no mystery that cannot be solved by You. Make me rest in fruitful recovery as the sweet slumber You grant me ushers in angels of healing to minister to my body and soul. Strengthen my spirit so that the enemy does not gain any ground while I am distracted by infirmity. Though I linger over old wounds, I know that there is healing in Your wings. May I praise You in all sickness, pain, and hurt for the assurance that it is entirely well with my soul. Despite the selfish relief I too easily focus on, let the true desire of my heart be the refinement of my soul which You have ordained through suffering. In Your Word and in Your promises, I take refuge. In Your hands, I am assured that all things are for the benefit and good of Your Kingdom because Your love runs deep, Lord. Under the Word of truth in Psalm 41:1-3 and the authority of Christ, these prayers are an offering upon the altar of my God.

Dignify those who are down on their luck; you’ll feel good—that’s what God does. God looks after us all, makes us robust with life— Lucky to be in the land, we’re free from enemy worries. Whenever we’re sick and in bed, God becomes our nurse, nurses us back to health.
Psalm 41:1-3, MSG