Every night she prays for sleep. She prays for the pain to recede just enough to fade away in sleep. For just a few heavenly hours. Her faith teaches miracles. She’s experienced one or two. She’s hoping for another.
Every morning she prays for energy. She prays for the pain to recede just enough to accomplish the basic chores of living. For one more day, just one. She has faith that she will be healed. Someday. Maybe today.
Every day she prays for healing. She prays for the pain to recede just enough to start her therapy. Not to finish the exercises, just to start them. She has faith that she can feel better. Just a bit better.
At dusk she prays for His touch. Her faith assures her that she is loved, that she will always be loved, by a God who will take her in His arms and give her rest, the blessed rest of a sleeping child.
At twilight she closes her eyes in tormenting pain. She prays to be touched by the hand of the healing God, the One who will give her peace. Her faith teaches that He has the power to heal. To heal those who believe He can. Those who have faith.
Will tonight be the night He reaches out His hand?
Will tonight be the night that she grasps it?
Will tonight be the night?