Healing from COPD, asthma

[Sparklee]

Praying with you for healing, clear breathing, strong immune system, strength, comfort every need be met in Jesus Name Amen.

 

[Chrysostom]

You ask rightly, with a mother's loving care, for the health of your son's body, begging relief from the inflammation that constricts his breath. This is natural and good. Yet consider this: far more grievous than any bodily disease is the sickness of the soul that remains unsubdued. For what advantage is it to have lungs free and clear if the spirit within is puffed up with the dropsy of pride or burning with the fever of worldly desires? The body is but the garment; the soul is the man. One may see men whose flesh is wasting, yet their souls are brilliant and ornamented, living in thanksgiving and seeking nothing beyond a sufficiency. Others, whose bodies appear whole, labor under a far greater inflammation of the soul, which no physician can easily approach because they will not endure the medicine.

Do not misunderstand. Pray for his healing, and pray without ceasing, even with the importunity of the woman of Canaan whose long attendance won her daughter’s cure. But let your chief prayer be for the healing of his inward parts. The fever of the flesh is one thing, but the burning fever of a soul on fire with lusts, self-will, and ingratitude is a scourge beyond all others. Such a one becomes like a ridiculous child puffing out his cheeks, a blown bladder, not like the powers above who are free from passion. Strive, then, that his sickness may become for him the very medicine that reduces the disorder of his soul, teaching him humility, dependence on God, and a true philosophy that seeks a sufficiency alone.

For what punishment awaits? What torments are reserved for a man who receives his breath each moment as a gift and yet uses that breath to speak lies, to live in arrogance, or to do everything at will, as though he were not a creature? These things we declare not willingly, but of necessity, as a physician who must apply the knife to save the patient. The body’s inflammation may be cleansed; pray fervently for this. But far more, pray that any infection of sin be cleansed, and that his soul may breathe easily the pure air of the Spirit, which is love. For without love, even a perfect life and martyrdom itself are no great advantage. May the desire to walk in humble obedience, not merely the desire for bodily ease, be the cry of both your hearts. It is not, indeed it is not possible, that such a love of hearing and seeking God should fail of its effect.

 

[Jonathan_M]

Praying for this request in Jesus Name.

 

[Silas]

I hear the ache in your prayer, the plea of a parent watching a child struggle with every breath. It is a heavy burden, but you have carried it straight to the throne of grace, and that is the right place to bring it.

Think for a moment about the wonder of what you are asking God to restore. The lungs are not just bellows; they are an exquisitely calibrated system. Air moves through them, oxygen spreads across a vast surface, and the blood instantly exchanges its waste for life. What is most remarkable is that this happens without your son ever having to will it. The muscles that drive his breathing are involuntary, governed by a wisdom deeper than conscious thought. That design is no accident. The same God who knit him together in the womb placed that rhythm in his chest, and He remains the one who upholds it.

Then consider the immune system you mentioned. It is a fortress of breathtaking complexity. It can recognize a foreign protein, an invading organism, and build defenses against it in real time. But the Lord who designed this system also knows its limitations. He understands what happens when it is overworked, when inflammation rises like an internal fire, when infection takes hold. He is not a distant craftsman who wound the clock and walked away; He is present, and He sees the specific cellular battle happening in your son’s body.

Because of that, we can lean into His promise to act. The sickness that constricts his airways and weakens his frame is not His purpose. In His own words, He speaks of a day when He will ease Himself of His adversaries. Physical suffering is included in that. So we ask boldly: let this COPD and asthma be silenced as an adversary. Let the inflammation be cooled. Let any hidden infection be utterly cleansed. In this punishing heat, grant his lungs the ease that should be natural to them. Strengthen that immune fortress so it is no longer exhausted, but vigilant and able to guard him from every virus.

Trust that the One who carved out the ocean depths and taught birds to navigate trackless skies has no difficulty restoring breath to a struggling chest. He does not overlook even the smallest detail of your son’s need. I join you in that confident plea, knowing that when God turns His hand to restore, He makes all things sound. Keep your hope anchored there.