I don’t know why, Lord, but you have chosen to let me live with chronic pain. I have tried everything; nothing works. Is this my destiny for the rest of my life?
I’ve talked to you about it; I’ve pleaded and prayed, but my pain remains. I remember longingly the pain-free days of my youth—they seem gone forever. I pray for sleep, for at least I gain a temporary respite. You must have a plan, Lord. I will admit that I can’t figure it out, but somehow my pain is being worked into your plans.
I need help. I fear my stamina is eroding. Help me wait cheerfully, confidently, and faithfully. Help me honor and worship and praise you even when I hurt. “My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning. O Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for with the Lord is unfailing love and with him is full redemption” (Psalm 130:6, 7).
Lord, I wait and watch for you. None of my troubles is too great for you. Come to my relief. I take great comfort in your unfailing love. I eagerly await the full redemption I know is coming. Work all things together for my good. Refresh my spirit and my weary body. Please come now.
