Blessed are you, when your fingers are numb and unfeeling, and you can't wield a pen or grasp a knife or wash your hair.
Blessed are you, when you're alone and corpsed on the floor, wracked by pain, crying out a prayer of mercy.
Blessed are you, when you lay down in the middle of your language class, so you can rest your spasming body.
Blessed are you, when your deepest fears assault you, of being sick while apart from family in a foreign country, living alone.
Blessed are you, when you're making appointments at unknown offices for scans and diagnosis's, bombarded with past medical traumas, shadowed by looming uncertainties.
Blessed are you, when you bravely share your prayer requests in the midst of waiting for your full healing, reaching in faith for the Body's loving arms to uphold you.
Oh send out your word and heal her, your beloved and your friend.
Blessed are you, when you wait for His appearing.
