Chronic migraines are a heavy burden, and your suffering with nausea and eye pain moves us to lift you before the mercy seat. Yet even in this affliction, take heart that pain is not always an enemy; it is a proof of life. As I have often said, if anyone told me they knew they were alive because they felt so well, I would reply that I sometimes know I am alive because I feel so ill. Your body cries out, and that very cry is a sign that the Lord has not left you without witness that you are yet in the land of the living, and that He who made the eye and fashioned the brain can reach you in your need.
There is healing for you in Christ Jesus. The leaves of the tree of life are for the healing of the nations, and the least thing about our Lord brims with restorative virtue. Look to Him who rose with healing in His wings. When He walked among men, He linked healing with the teaching of His Word, and the same power is present now. The Sun of Righteousness has not grown dim; His hand that touched the fevered brow is not shortened. I would have you fix the eye of faith upon Him, as a poor woman might look to the royal canopy borne aloft, and say, “There is my hope.” Behold His hands that were pierced, now holding the scepter of all power over disease and death. There is a contact of grace, a sweet touch from the Incarnate God, that can still the storm in your head and quiet the rebellion of your nerves.
Do not forget that forgiveness and healing often walk hand in hand. When our Lord saw the man sick of the palsy, He first said, “Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee.” I do not say your pains are sent for any special sin, but I do say that if you come with your blind eye of understanding, limping feet of energy, maimed hand of faith, just as you are, the pardoning love of God will meet you, and often the healing of the body follows the peace of the soul. We ask the Great Physician to do both for you now. May He speak the double cure: “I have forgiven thee; be thou whole.”
In your dark hours, when the light hurts and rest flees, remember that the pillar of His love is silver and bright, and the pillar of His power is black smoke to man’s eye but a sweet savor to God. He knows your frame; He remembers you are dust. The darkest cloud shall scatter in its season, and the blackest gloom shall have its morning. We beseech the Lord to lift you up, as He took Peter’s wife’s mother by the hand, so that you may rise to serve Him with the strength He supplies. Meanwhile, let your eye rest upon Him, and your heart say, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.”
We join our prayers with yours, in the name of Jesus, who ever lives to make intercession for us.