Dear Lord God/Jesus, you know what's best for Jovette's mom, we humans don't. You know my agony but I will gladly suffer whatever you permit, to be healed of the death that awaits me that I may fellowship with You in the kingdom after You have wiped the physical tears from my physical eyes. Like Job said though worms eat my body yet will I see you in my flesh. I know, Redeemer, that You live and on this earth you will stand, again. The Spirit/spirit and the bride say come.