Healing is His specialty — leaning hard on that truth on your behalf today.
Fresh today · Wednesday, 8 July
New Wishes
A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up — copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.
May the Beatitudes feel personal this week — blessed are those who mourn, they will be comforted.
Lighting a candle at vespers with your name written underneath the wick.
Trusting Romans 8:28 even now — He is weaving good through your weariness.
May the Eucharist nourish what surgery and medicine started — body, blood, recovery.
Praying you sense Him beside you, especially during the three-AM uncertainties.
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Browse by occasion
What are we writing today?
Cabinets sorted by occasion. Open one — pages are arranged by warmth, not algorithm.
- Anniversary
- Baby
- Belated
- Best
- Birthday
- Boy
- Boyfriend
- Christian
- Christmas
- Congratulation
- Diwali
- Easter
- Eid Mubarak
- Engagement
- Farewell
- Fathers Day
- Friendship
- Funny
- Get Well
- Girl
- Girlfriend
- Good Morning
- Good Night
- Graduation
- Hanukkah
- Heart Touching
- Holiday
- Invitation
- Job
- Love
- Miss You
- Mothers Day
- New Year
- Recovery
- Retirement
- Romantic
- Thank You
- Thanksgiving
- Wedding
- Well
- Women's Day
- Sympathy
- Valentine's Day
- Halloween
- Veterans Day
More from today
The Lord who numbers the hairs of your head is counting your healing minutes.
May His joy become your strength while strength of your own takes its time returning.
Asking that scripture rise up in your memory when the pain rises up in your body.
May you be carried — by friends, by saints, by the Spirit Himself — until you can walk.
Grace upon grace upon grace — that's the prayer for you this whole week.
He restores my soul, yes — and your body too, in His perfect timing.
Hope your germs surrender soon — they're clearly outnumbered by your cartoon collection.
Doctor's orders: extra pudding, no homework, and maximum couch occupancy until further notice.
Even superheroes catch colds — they just complain about it less than you, probably.
Get well fast — your stuffed animals are holding an emergency meeting without you.
Heard you're sick — sending you a strict prescription of cartoons and zero broccoli.
The remote control needs you back at full strength immediately, no exceptions.
Your germs are about to lose — you're tougher than spinach and twice as stubborn.
Plotting your comeback like a pro wrestler — bell rings, you bounce off the couch.
Snot has met its match — feel better before the tissues unionize against you.
Stay strong — the playground is plotting a parade in your honor.
Hoping every sneeze evicts another germ until your nose runs out of trouble.
Get well — the cat misses sitting on your homework while you complain.
Couch fort privileges extended indefinitely, but only if you sip the icky medicine.