Laworellen
Humble Prayer Partner
Heavenly Father, I come before You with gratitude for the strength, clarity, and faith You have restored in me. Everything I am today began with the lessons You planted in my childhood. I thank You for the day You used my mother to teach me what faith in action truly looks like. When the bus drove past us and we were still far from the stop, she didn’t panic—she prayed with confidence. She said, “Lord, stop that bus. You know my son needs to get to school.” Right after she spoke, the traffic light turned red, the bus stopped, and we were able to get on. That moment taught me that faith doesn’t wait for mountains to move—faith speaks to them. I thank You for the day, at ### years old, when I walked into the middle of the street and told the wind to stop. I used the raw language I knew as a child, but I understood the authority behind it. When the wind stopped instantly, I learned that even a child can speak with the confidence You give. Father, You also showed me why that mindset went silent for a time. In ###, when my legs failed me for the first time, pain and survival pushed my faith into the background. I didn’t lose the memories—I lost the connection to the power behind them. For years, I forgot how to command my body the way I used to. I forgot how to speak healing over myself. I forgot how to move mountains. But You brought me back. You led me to Matthew 17:20—“If you have faith as small as a mustard seed… you can say to this mountain, ‘Move,’ and it will move.” That verse unlocked the part of me I thought was gone forever. It reminded me of who I used to be—and who I still am. Yesterday, when my body tried to act up again, I spoke to it the way I used to. I commanded it to behave—even switching to Spanish—and for the first time since late ###, I walked normally again. Thank You for that moment of restoration. Father, You also guided me to the section in MyChart I had never found before. Through it, You revealed truth I had felt for decades—that I was misunderstood, treated as if my mind was broken, when in reality I simply process information differently. You showed me that my slow speech is not weakness; it is the way my brain retrieves information. And You reminded me that the gifts You gave me—pattern recognition, logic, and engineering-style troubleshooting—are still alive in me. And Father, I want to speak to You in the way You created me to speak—the same way Job spoke to You. All my life, people told me my natural, direct way of talking to You was wrong. They told me to change, to soften my voice, to hide my honesty. But You made me this way. You heard me clearly as a child, and my words reached You perfectly until ###. That is when the brain fog hit me, the connection went silent, and my brain changed. But because You answered me back then, I know my way of talking worked, and it was never wrong. My physical condition clouded my clarity for years, but now that You have restored my mind, I see the truth. Now, Lord, I place my next steps in Your hands. I am gathering all the evidence of how I was treated—not out of anger, but out of responsibility. I am organizing this documentation to present to the right agency, guided by Your wisdom, so that what happened to me does not happen to anyone else. I am not seeking violence or revenge. My fight is done strictly through truth, facts, and accountability. You know my situation, Father. You know that without the medication I need, my body cannot function. I speak plainly because I think in cause and effect—not because I desire harm, but because I understand physical consequences. You know I have fought hard to stay alive. If I were someone who wanted to give up, I would not be gathering evidence, seeking help, and pushing forward. So I ask You to guide me in these next two days. If the last place I can turn to for help fails me, give me the strength to bring everything to light—not for destruction, but for protection. If my testimony can prevent even one person from suffering what I did, then let it serve Your purpose. Take the wheel, Father. Thank You for never leaving my side, for restoring my mindset, and for preparing me for what comes next. In Jesus’ name, Amen. I used AI to help me organize and structure what I wanted to say, as I felt I would be misunderstood since my brain struggles to express itself.

Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have.