I was challenged to write a Psalm for Reagan to help process, heal, etc. Rob and I will be writing Psalms as we journey through this phase of life and sharing them here. This is my first Psalm.

The rain has come, it’s the worst storm of life, and you have brought our worst fears to our face. How many years have we prayed and waited, only to have been given a storm that we cannot see through. The clouds lift, a light shines in, another cloud darkens the light.


Where we should find safe refuge, we find foes hiding and waiting to destroy us with harsh words. Where we should find peace, we find a war, where we should find joy, we find hardship. Remove our enemies and give them no shelter in our landscape.

Please God, save us from our nightmares. Heal us of our pain, bring unimaginable joy to our lives and hearts.

When you show up our burdens lighten. When you appear, clouds lift. When you speak, mountains move. Remove our mountain, make our road clear, beautiful and bright. Full of optimism and future.

Jehovah rapha, come and dwell in our home. Heal the broken. Why am I not receiving if I am asking? I am asking! Heal our daughter, make her brand new, make her strong, let her fly high, like on eagles wings. Be our great physician and heal ALL our wounds. Let the tip of your finger just glide across our daughters wispy hair and bring her back to full and abundant life. Keep her well, keep her healed, protect her under your wings.

Be near to us, oh God. Let our hope and trust be in you. For in you is all knowledge, power, might, healing and love. And we pray these things upon our lives and upon our daughter. Amen.