A Prayer for the Hurting


Gracious Lord and Savior,

Thank you for being our Great Physician – for healing us spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and physically. Thank you for sleep that restores. In our slumber, we recognize that you never slumber, and while we sleep, you are wide awake and often restoring us to health and energy. Each morning, your mercies are new … and for that, we are grateful.

For some, slumber doesn’t seem to be helping at the moment. I think of our Jack Jack, and his stomach flu. And Pastor Mike and Noel’s Parker who suffers from the same. Lord, these are fragile little ones who get depleted easily and as grandparents, we can stay up and worry until we too are ill, but we know that worry is faithless. So we put our faith in you and rest in the hope that you will heal and comfort these and any other little fragile bodies in our midst who suffer without our knowledge.

I also think of those who are so afflicted that slumber evades them, heaping fatigue and exhaustion upon illness and pain.

And others, Lord, whose physical states are deeply hurtful and yet disguised …

Bless all who hurt physically. Heal them now, if that be your will. If healing on earth is not your will, then give them strength to endure, faith to remain in you, and peace to know that someday, you’re going to wipe all the pain and sickness away and replace it with perfect health.

And for those who hurt mentally and emotionally ….

That pain will also be wiped away. No more ups. No more downs. Just steady peace and perfect knowledge. Help all to trust in that promise.

For those who are hurting spiritually …

Restore to them the joy of your salvation. If they’ve never experienced salvation, please draw them to yourself. Make your Son known to them in ways they can understand and cause them to accept you and your ways.

Most of all, remind us that you were a Man of Sorrows, well acquainted with grief – and that means that our deepest hurts, though often misunderstood by our neighbors, are always felt and understood by you, the God of the universe. We are not obscure. We are known from top to bottom. We are fearfully and wonderfully made. You knit us together in our mother’s womb and you count the hairs on our heads.

Convince us you are cognizant. Convince you are compassionate. Convince us of your constant care. And comfort us. For we are weak in body, soul, and spirit, and as hard as we try, we can’t heal ourselves.

We plead for your intervention in the lives of our maimed and hurting. Not in a faithless way, but an expectant way, knowing that even if your answer is “wait”, we are still deeply known, understood, cherished, and loved.

Thank you for all the good gifts you bestow upon us. We recognize that in our pain, often what you are giving us are the heavenly, spiritual gifts that you’ve promised us throughout your Word. So help us to know the truth and comfort of the earthly saying: No pain, no gain. How I wish there was another way to obtain what is valuable, what is eternal. But we know we are often called to “share in your sufferings.” Not because you are cruel, but because as C.S. Lewis said … pain insists upon being attended to. You whisper to us in our pleasures, speak to us in our consciences, but shout to us in our pains. 

May we hear you loud and clear. Help us to be grateful for our pain, to “count it all joy when we fall into various trials”, for this is the way you reveal yourself to us in a most tangible way. And whether we recognize it or not, Lord … it is you that we want most. It is you that we are searching for so frantically. It is only you who can wipe away tears and fears and everything that wears.

May we look to you, the Greatest Physician, for healing. We thank you for all you’ve done, are doing, and will continue to do. And it’s in Christ’s name that we pray.


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