God of my healing, merciful, and kind is the touch of Your presence. May Your sweet child be shielded by the embrace of Your divine love. Reach into the deep places where pain has its root, Lord, so You can do some holy gardening. Remove all weed-like distractions, especially those in the form of physical infirmity so that I can continue to minister unhindered in the calling placed upon my soul. Turn over the rocky soil of my troubled heart so that I can be fertilized with seeds of faith that hold the promise of blossom. Where unforgiveness chokes new growth in my soul, Jesus, I invite You to prune me so that I can be more fruitful. Walk with me toward the horizon of victory as You cause faith to blossom and my thirsty soul to be quenched with living water. Now and always be ever near Your beloved. Under the Word of 1 Corinthians 15:57 and the authority of Christ Jesus, these prayers are a daily offering.

But let me tell you something wonderful, a mystery I’ll probably never fully understand. We’re not all going to die—but we are all going to be changed.
1 Corinthians 15:57, MSG