Chemotherapy: Today.
Father God, she is frail already. We ask for Your strength to encircle the healthy cells in her body, protecting them from the deadly poison that seeks to eliminate the cancer.
Lay your hands on her newly shorn head in blessing, reminding her that man looks on the outward appearance, but You look into the heart.
May her physical side effects be minimal, even non-existent, Lord. But oh, that the spiritual side-effects would be eternal. Echoing forever.
Pray with us?
