MillaSofia
Humble Servant of All
Infinit One, I try not to claim illness and pain, and I have the Knowledge in me that Faith is my way, but I feel so sick, bloated, exhausted; my disks hurt, my leg, hip, back, neck, arms, my insides. Searching for a way to get treatment for the greatest of these, or even the smallest, money is my obstacle. I'm scared, and I give this fear to You. I'm weak in my physical body, and I give this to You. I border on depression, and I give this to You. Help me hold my faith, let this blasted money issue be over and done with, and renew my calm while I wait. I Rest in You. Amen.
