Dear Heavenly Father
As our Jehovah Jireh, you provide your children everything. Including coming home after three days in the hospital with a debilitating ailment that came like a dark night and went with your healing. In Psalm 34:10 (NKJV), you said, “The young lions lack and suffer hunger; But those who seek the LORD shall not lack any good thing.”
Thank you making me see another sunrise and more in the days to come. It wasn't my appointed time to see you face-to-face.
Thank you for loved ones, friends and faith family in church whom you have called to uphold me in prayers.
Thank you for our Pastor who has ministered to me about your power through a text message.
Thank you for the efficient caregiver you gave me in the person of my husband, who saw to all my physical needs.
Thank you for my sons who have shown their concern while I was imprisoned in tubes on a hospital bed.
Thank you for Ate Vi who took care of our home for me while we were away.
Thank you for the time to study your word and for speaking to me through a book sent by a nephew in Singapore. It was my reading staple.
Thank you for my two doctors and all the medical practitioners in the hospital (both in the emergency room and in room 411) who were at my beck and call.
Thank you for the hospital accommodations (that try to rival a hotel’s) and for the staff who all gave me a nod of warm welcome.
Thank you for making me glimpse yet once again, with clearer lenses, what Paul said in Romans 8:32, “He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things?”
As I recover my strength, thank you for enabling me, these few minutes, to write this prayer-blog.