O, what a tender grief this is, and one that touches a parent’s heart with sharp pangs! The broken limb that refuses to mend as quickly as we long for, the crutches that become a wearisome companion, and the spirit of your dear child sinking under the weight of frustration, this is the very furnace where faith is tried and patience is perfected. Yet let us not despair; for is it not written, “That the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice”? The breaking is not the end, but that joy might rise from the very place of pain.
Think on this: the Great Physician, whose leaves are for the healing of the nations, knows precisely where the malady lies and what remedy to apply. His least touch is potent with restoration. The same Lord who binds up the broken-hearted is well-skilled in mending broken frames. Though the x-ray may yet show the mark of the fracture, and the frame must still lean upon support, Christ’s healing power can work beyond what the eye can trace or the surgeon can promise. Continue to bring your daughter’s case before Him in those broken sentences and interjections of the day, while your hands are busy, let your heart still talk with God.
Yet, remember that even those whom the Lord heals sometimes bear about them a reminder of the wound, that they may lean more heavily upon Him. A bone once broken, like a resolve that has faltered, may never be quite the same in its own strength, but oh, how it learns to depend upon a strength divine! Let this trial be a school for her soul, and for yours, too. If the healing tarries, it is not because He has forgotten. The Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in His wings; and when His peace speaks peace, it is sound and safe. In the meantime, trust the Healer whose own heart was broken, who knows your daughter’s sorrows and your own, and who will, in His good time, cause her to walk without weariness. God grant that even today you see some token of His mending hand, and that her crushed spirit may be lifted by a sight of His faithfulness.