God who is near, I am tired of fighting this body.
I have counted pills. I have watched ceilings. I have whispered questions into pillows.
I do not ask You to take this away — not yet. I ask You to be here in the ache.
Steady my breath when it catches. Loosen the grip of fear. Remind me I am not alone in this bed.
You see the weight I carry. You know the nights I cannot name. Stay close, even when I forget to look for You.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.