Image: A woman walks along a path across a green meadow. (silviarita/pixabay)

Blessed are you, Eternal our God, Ruler of all that is: all we can see, all we cannot see, all that has come before, and all that will come to be. You sat with me in my time of trouble. You listened to each cough, You felt each shiver. You walked with me through the valley of bad dreams, and You woke with me on the windswept hills of cold sweat. Eternal God, You play with the monster Leviathan and know the tiny viruses by name. You accompanied me on this journey through sickness back to health.

Thank You  for the resiliency of this human body. Thank You for this reprieve from the mystery that is death.

I know that not everyone rises from their bed; who lives and who dies is a mystery to me. Help me to see purpose in the life that spreads before me like a broad landscape; guide my steps towards goodness and light. Having experienced trouble and pain, help me to feel compassion for those in trouble and pain. Help me to turn that compassion to action to relieve the suffering that plagues so many in this world.

Blessed are You, Eternal our God, Creator of all that is.