You have cried out for a breakthrough from the fear that has held your wife captive her entire life, and from the sickness that has laid siege to your family. This was the very cry that went up when our Lord walked among us, when evening came they brought unto Him those that were possessed with devils, and He cast out the spirits with His word, and healed all that were sick. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He has not lost His pity, nor His power to deliver.
Fear not. This little phrase is a plant that grows plentifully in God’s garden, and He bids you pluck its fruit. To be afraid is to dishonor the Omnipotent, to doubt the arm that piled the heavens. Fear is weakening; it saps strength and turns the eyes from the promises. Christ Himself stands before you, even as He did before John on Patmos, and with the same voice of majesty and mercy He whispers, “Fear not; I am the First and the Last: I am He that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore.” It is not a soft suggestion; it is a royal command. Would you disobey the King?
Look steadfastly at the cross. He took our infirmities and bare our sicknesses, mystery Divine! All your wife’s lifetime of terror and bodily frailty, all the anxious forebodings that haunt your household, were laid upon Him. He has borne the sin that fuels the sickness, and in His stripes there is healing for every wound. That healing may come in an instant, or it may dawn gradually as faith rises, but this is the set time for you to cling to the promise. Only trust Him. Only cry to Him. There is no sickness of soul or body that the Savior did not conquer; there is no fear so deep that His perfect love cannot cast it out.
Divine interpositions are the way of the Lord. You have not been overlooked. Let the remembrance of past deliverances, the remarkable preservations, the hidden mercies, strengthen your heart. The same God who delivered your soul from death and your eyes from tears will lift your wife from the pit of trembling and set her feet upon a rock. She has been bowed down by this bondage, but the Lord is her helper; He will not break the bruised reed. Wrestle with this fear, not as those who have no hope, but as those to whom the promise is personally given: “Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee.”
Let this be the hour when the fever of fear breaks. The Divine Presence is all you need, He is the one Hope of His people. Plead His own word, and expect great things. The mountains of terror shall flow down at His feet like snow before the sun. As faith strengthens, fear diminishes. Until then, hear the tender command once more, and let it be the anthem of your home: Fear not.