My cells are surrounded by the healing love of god.

On a scale you will never see, something is being tended. The repair going on in a small wound proceeds all night with no supervision from you at all; you were unconscious for most of it.

Whatever name you give the thing doing that work, the experience from inside is the same — being attended to below the level where your effort reaches. Prayer, for a great many people, is less a request than an admission of exactly that.

There is comfort in the arrangement which doesn't depend on the outcome. You are not the only one working on this.