God of mercy and restoration, We lift up Alexis Romero into Your healing hands. You see her heart—tender, tired, and longing. You know the ache of waiting, the weight of disappointment, And the silent battles she fights behind closed doors.

Grant her peace, Lord—not the kind that depends on outcomes, But the kind that anchors her in Your timing, Even when the waiting feels unbearable. Teach her to trust that You are not late, That the love You are preparing is not rushed, And that her worth is not measured by another’s arrival.

Strengthen her, God. When anxiety grips her chest, when depression whispers lies, When the past tries to rewrite her future— Be her defender, her clarity, her calm. Help her rise each morning with sober joy, Not because the pain vanished overnight, But because she chose courage over collapse.

For her daughter, Lord— Let Alexis be a lighthouse. Not perfect, but present. Not medicated into numbness, but alive with purpose. Let her laughter return, Not forced, but flowing from the freedom You’re restoring.

Break every addictive cycle, God. The ones that replay heartbreak, The ones that chase false comfort, The ones that whisper she’s not enough. Replace them with truth, With habits of healing, With a rhythm of grace.
And when she cries, Let it be cleansing, not crushing. Let her tears water the soil of her becoming. Let her story be one of redemption, Where scars become strength, And waiting becomes wisdom. Amen