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Jesus, Please Heal Us

When Jesus came into Peter’s house, he saw Peter’s mother-in-law lying in bed with a fever. 

He touched her hand and the fever left her, and she got up and began to wait on him. When evening came, many who were demon-possessed were brought to him, and he drove out the spirits with a word and healed all the sick. This was to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet Isaiah: “He took up our infirmities and bore our diseases.” Matt. 8:14-17 (NIV)

Lord Jesus, you are a most wonderful, merciful Savior. We praise, bless and adore you for everything you are, everything you’ve done for us, and all that you continue to do for us.

We are grateful that every aspect of our lives matters to you—mind, body, and spirit. Every bit of us needs your cleansing, healing, and life-giving grace. We long for the Day when we will be completely healthy and whole—a Day guaranteed by your life, death, and resurrection.

In light of that Day, Jesus, our cry is simple, humble, and earnest. Please bring your healing power to bear to those we love and cherish, even before the great Day of complete healing. We don’t demand anything, but we cry out in trusting faith, Jesus. Whether by supernatural gift, good medical care, or any means you choose… we look to you for healing grace.

We crave the eternal Day of no more cancers and heart disease, no more meniscus tears, back pain, or mono; no more asthma, Alzheimer’s, or addictions; no more broken toes, broken promises, or broken hearts; no more body image struggles or retinal challenges, no more emotional illness or infections of any kind.

Until the Day of perfect healing, grant us a wondrous measure of your sufficient grace (2 Cor. 12:9). Heal our unbelief, Jesus. Free us to know all we really need in life is you, plus what you choose to give us, Lord.

Increase our joy, peace, and trust—supersize them. Make yourself more precious to us than anything or anyone—including our healing. So very Amen we pray, in your worship-worthy and trustworthy name.

 

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