Bones

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
Psalm 6:2

Father,
The Manhattanite's test results came back.
Thank You that she doesn't have
A malignant tumor!

It's been a rough year for her.
Surgeries.  Her mom's death. 
School struggles.  Money struggles. 
And now so much pain
And damage in her back.

Lord,
The Manhattanite is loved by many people;
The love that we have for her
Is but a reflection
Of Your love for her.
Let Your love envelope her,
Embrace her,
And heal her.
Father, we ask that
You who formed her
Knit together and bond
That which is broken and injured.

As the Psalmist cried out to You,
We cry out
On behalf of the Manhattanite.
Hear our prayer, o Lord,
And come to the aid
Of those who call upon
Your Holy Name...