Lord God, I come before You right now lifting up my mentor Ken. Father, Your Word says that Ken is Your masterpiece. Created anew in Christ Jesus for the good things You planned for him long ago. I anchor this week’s prayer in that truth, because I want Ken to hear it as clearly as he has spoken it over so many other men.
Lord, Ken has poured this truth into men for decades. He has helped countless men see themselves the way You see them. This week, I am asking You to pour it back into him. Remind him that he is Your masterpiece. Not because of what he has done. Not because of who he has mentored. Because of what You did when You created him anew in Christ. That is the foundation. Everything else is the fruit.
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, and 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.
Lord, give Ken wisdom in the questions he is asking You. When to say yes and when to say no. How to slow down without feeling sidelined. How to keep pouring into others sustainably. Sharpen his discernment. Show him that the good things You planned for him long ago do not require him to do more. They require him to be the man You made him to be, in step with You.
Father, I want to say plainly what Ken needs to hear. He is a blessing to me beyond what words can carry, and I am one of many. The men he has invested in are scattered across countless homes and rooms and conversations he will never see, and we are all still being formed by what he gave us. Let him feel the weight of that legacy this week, in a way only You can deliver it.
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 silence the voice God has anointed. You do not get to convince Ken that his usefulness is behind him. You do not get to whisper that slowing down means losing ground. You do not get to redefine the masterpiece God called him. 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, every quiet moment, every place where Your presence is needed this week. Let him feel Your nearness so clearly that the enemy’s voice loses every inch of ground it tried to take.
Strengthen the masterpiece You have made in him, Father. Refill what is empty. 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, even in this hard season.
I thank You for placing Ken in my life. Bless him, heal him, and use him still. We trust You with his story.
In the mighty name of Jesus, Amen.
Mentor, you have spoken this truth over more men than you can count. This week I am turning it back toward you. You are God’s masterpiece. Created anew in Christ. Made for the good things He planned for you long ago, and is still planning today.
The body changes. The pace changes. The seasons change. The masterpiece does not. He made you on purpose, and that purpose has not retired. It has just shifted shape. What looked like teaching men in your forties may look like praying for them in your seventies. Both are the work. Both are the good things He planned for you long ago.
So slow down without apology this week. Rest as worship. Receive as freely as you have given. And trust that the masterpiece God has made in you is still doing exactly what it was made to do, in ways you may not even see.