Most High God, El Shaddai, the All-Sufficient One and Sustainer of generations, I bow before You. Elohim, Divine Architect who moved upon the face of the deep when the earth was formless and void, I tremble before Your creative majesty. Jehovah Shammah, the Lord who is present even in the silent chambers of our longing — I surrender myself and all seekers of grace of procreation unto You. I come before You, O Lord, the Ancient of Days, not with the clamour of entitlement but with the humility of contrite hearts, bringing before You, in this sacred season, the hidden emptiness of seekers of the grace of procreation, the places of waiting, the chambers of unanswered hope, the valleys of longing, the silent cries known only to You.
O Lord, the Uncreated Light, the Holy One of Israel, strip all seekers of grace of anxiety that weakens faith. Prune away the branches of fear that choke the garden of belief. Burn away the thicket of impatience that obscures trust, with the refining fire of Your Spirit. Lord God, Jehovah Jireh, the Lord Who provides, You have declared in Your Word, in Genesis 1:28, that we be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth, just as You have promised in Deuteronomy 7:14 that there shall be none barren among you. So Lord replace the emptiness of seekers of grace, with joy of procreation; let this season of fasting not merely be the absence of bread; but the filling of the our souls with Your Spirit; and let our deepest hunger be for Your will, and our greatest desire be that Your purposes may be fulfilled in us.
El Roi, the God who sees, You who beheld Hagar in her distress and counted every tear in the wilderness, look now upon the hidden longings of Your servants, who are seekers of grace. You know their ache for fruitfulness, You know their quiet prayer whispered in the night, You know their hope that trembles within hearts that desire the blessing of children, You know their yearning for procreation and the gift of life — so hear their sacred prayer and grant their prayers, and mine for them.
O Lord of creation, as You opened the womb of Sarah in the twilight of her years and turned her laughter into the joy of Isaac do the same for all wives desirous of fruitfulness and procreation. Lord God, Great Creator and Maker of all things, You made Abraham fertile in old age, in like manner make all husbands able to sire children as they and I pray. Father, as You heard the broken whisper of Hannah in the temple and gave her the prophet Samuel; as You remembered Rachel in her sorrow and granted her the blessing of Joseph; as You visited Elizabeth in her waiting and filled her house with the voice of John – do the same for all couples seeking children of their own.
Elohim Jah, God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, You are the Lord who opens the womb and blesses the house with children, so I pray touch the hidden springs of life within all Your servants without children. Lord God, Jehovah Rapha, Great Physician of body and soul, I pray that where there is barrenness, speak fruitfulness; where there is dryness, command living waters to rise; where doors have been shut by fear, illness, or mystery, let Your mighty word — “Ephphatha” — be spoken again: be opened.
So Lord, Lord El Ephphatha, Lord of Life, let the desert blossom like the rose; let life be formed by Your divine hand, as You knit together the secret miracle of a child in the womb; let every closed door be opened by Your power; let every silent womb hear the voice of the Creator. Father, remove far from us the shadow of barrenness; let it not dwell in our households nor linger among our generations; instead, let Your covenant blessing rest upon us: that our homes may be filled with laughter, that our tables may be surrounded by children, that our generations may rise to praise Your name.
Lord God, every gift flows from Your wisdom and every season unfolds within Your sovereign love, so let seekers of grace find You in their waiting that has become a wilderness; in their long journey, let Your grace be their manna; let Your Spirit be their consolation when hearts grow weary; and let Christ, the Light, be their guiding light in the long stretches of crying nights.
Lord God of Sabbaoth, Holy and Mighty, let Your glory settle upon my house and those of all seekers of grace; let Your life-giving power overshadow me and those Your servants; let fruitfulness arise where there was once waiting; and let the peace which the world can neither give nor take away be their eternal portion and mine too.
Adonai Jehovah, Lord of our days, the Sovereign Master of our breath and of our days, grant that by the stripes of the Suffering Servant, by the victory of the Empty Tomb, and by the everlasting mercy of You the Father of Life, I and all those I pray for may rest in Your unfailing love – as I pray for this blessing, which I place beneath the shadow of the Cross and in the name of Christ the Cross Bearer, Your Son, our Saviour, Jesus Christ. Amen.
