I have prayed for the healing of many people over the course of my life, in all areas of need: physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual and mostly a combination of these. I have prayed with understanding, revelation, and with sincerity. But, not always with a lot of faith.
Breathe. Do you know, really know, deep down, that nothing can separate you from God’s love? You are not less because you are ill. You are treasured and beloved for all eternity. Believe.
The love of a parent, and indeed the love of our Heavenly Father, is not all tummy tickles and bedtime stories. I wish that I could tell you that if you try to do everything right, it will all work out perfectly.
It might. You might never have to press into God with every fiber of your being, or lay your broken hopes and dreams at the altar, make impossible decisions, or face your deepest fears.
But if you do, it isn’t because you have failed at being a parent, any more than God has failed when we, his children, suffer because sin has stolen and destroyed something of us.
A love letter from God, filled with grace to receive and to grow in Him.
What we give our attention to, forms our perspective and determines our responses.