Lord God,
You see the battles I’m facing — in my body and at work. You know the discomfort and stress from my condition, and how hard it is to function when daily tasks become a struggle. But You also see the deeper pain — the quiet injustice. The warning I received feels undeserved, a move to strip away the flexibility I once had, while others are still allowed to work remotely. Lord, You know the truth. You were no stranger to false accusations. You were pierced and beaten so I could be made whole. I hold onto that promise.

Give me strength when I feel worn down. Give my doctor wisdom for this appointment — let the truth of my condition be clear, so the support I need isn’t denied. And Lord, please move in my workplace. Soften hearts. Bring fairness where there’s been favoritism. Bring peace where there’s been pressure. Bring healing — to my body, my spirit, and this situation.

I place it all in Your hands. I trust You are already working behind the scenes.