“God—please hear me. My hands are splitting open, and each crack feels like a burn when I move. The pain sinks into everything I try to do. It is painful to do simple tasks. I can’t even unbuckle my child from his car seat without a sharp, electric burn shooting through my hands. I fold bread dough wondering what my hands are leaving in it.
I have tried everything, Lord. I lather my hands in ointment again and again, and I wear gloves constantly so the eczema won’t worsen. When will it end? Please, Lord. Heal my hands, for I know You can.”
But, my hands didn’t heal. Not with this prayer.