Lord God, I come before You right now lifting up my mentor Ken. Father, Your Word says to taste and see that You are good, and that the man who trusts in You is blessed. I anchor this week's prayer there, because Ken has spent decades telling men that You are good. This week I am asking You to let him taste it himself, in his own body, in his own home, in his own quiet moments with You.
Father, touch his body. Where Parkinson's has tried to take hold, let Your healing power go deeper still. Renew his strength. Steady his steps. Let every cell respond to Your command. You spoke the world into existence and You can speak wholeness into Ken right now. I am asking You for a miracle, and I am asking You as a man who has watched Ken trust You through everything else.
Lord, give Ken wisdom in the questions he is asking. When to say yes and when to say no. How to slow down without feeling sidelined. How to keep pouring into others without pouring himself dry. Show him that trusting Your goodness means he does not have to earn his place by doing more. His place was settled a long time ago.
Father, I want to say plainly what is in my heart. Ken is a true blessing to me. His love, his mentorship, his steady support through every season I have walked, I would not be the man I am without it. I am thankful for him in a way I do not say often enough, and I am saying it to You now so that it is on the record in heaven. Let him feel the weight of that this week. The men he has invested in are scattered across rooms and homes and conversations he will never see. I am one of them. Let him know that what he poured into us is still bearing fruit, and that Your goodness to him is visible in every one of us.
And Father, I rebuke every attack of the enemy on Ken in this season. Satan, you have no authority here. You do not get to use this illness to convince Ken that God's goodness has run out. You do not get to whisper that his usefulness is behind him. You do not get to make a slowing body into evidence that God has stopped being faithful. We see your schemes, and we shut the door on every one of them in the name of Jesus.
Father, build a wall of protection around Ken's body, his mind, his heart, and his home. Send Your angels ahead of him into every conversation and every quiet moment this week. Let him feel Your nearness so clearly that the enemy's voice loses every inch of ground it tried to take.
Refill what is empty, Lord. Give Ken moments of joy this week that come out of nowhere, just to remind him that You see him, You delight in him, and You are fighting for him.
I thank You for placing Ken in my life. I am grateful for him, Lord, more than I can carry in words. Bless him, heal him, and use him still. We trust You with his story because You are good.
In the mighty name of Jesus, Amen.
Mentor, you taught me this verse before I understood it. Taste and see that the Lord is good. You said it to me when I did not believe it, and you kept saying it until I did. This week, I am saying it back to you.
The body slows. The pace changes. None of that touches His goodness. He was good when you were teaching men in your forties, and He is just as good now that a lot of your work looks like praying for them from a chair. Both seasons are the work. Both are His goodness in motion through you.
So this week, receive. Let the men you shaped pour back into you. Let me pour back into you. You have been a blessing to me in ways I am still discovering, and I want you to hear that from me, not just from God. Let Him be good to you the way you have told so many of us He would be. You do not have to earn it. You never did.
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