It is a blessed truth that deliverance from every curse and evil is found only in the gracious hand of our covenant God. You have cried out for the ending of all curses, and I would point you to the One who has delivered us from the power of darkness and translated us into the kingdom of His dear Son. No curse can stand where the blood of Jesus speaks peace, for He Himself bore the curse in His own body on the tree, and the Father says to all who are in Him, “Deliver him from going down to the pit: I have found a ransom.” That ransom is full and free; it needs no supplement from our tears or strivings, but is a gift of Divine Love, invented in the eternal mind and purchased by the life of the Son of God. If you are resting in that ransom, then every anathema is turned aside, and the noise of the archers, whether from the world, the flesh, or the devil, is silenced by the voice of the covenant.
Your prayer for your son touches on the body and the heart: that he might lose weight safely and find healing from wounds of the past. Remember, dear soul, that the Lord is the great Physician, and even the leaves of the Tree of Life are for the healing of the nations. The least things about Christ, His faintest whisper, His gentlest touch, carry virtue to restore. Yet often the cure He employs is the sharp rod of chastening, for whom the Lord loves He chastens sorely. The sweet goblet and the bitter cup are both filled by His hand, and every trial is weighed in the balances of covenant love, not in anger but for our profit. That weight upon your son, whether of flesh or of spirit, may be the appointed furnace where the Refiner sits to purge away dross. Bid him look alone to the Father for deliverance from the power of sin, for sanctification is as much a divine work as justification. No willpower or earthly regimen can break the bands of ingrained habit or heal the inner scars; the arm of Jehovah must be outstretched. But we have this comfort: when He forgives a soul, He removes the punitive sting of past sin, and what remains is transformed from a judge’s sentence into a father’s loving medicine. So it may be that his path to wholeness lies through the valley of acknowledged weakness, where he learns to cry, “Cover me with Your feathers, and under Your wings let me trust.” There, safe from all accusers, he will find that even the memory of old hurts becomes a healing draught, changed in character by pardoning grace.
I charge you, therefore, to cease from fretting over curses as though they had independent power. They are but shadows fleeing before the risen Sun of Righteousness. And for your son, let your faith rest not in diets or schemes, but in the living Lord who loves him. Pray that he may hear the voice which says, “I will put My fear in their hearts, and they shall not depart from Me.” Then, whether he lives or dies, he shall declare the works of the Lord, and the very issue of his struggle will prove that no word from God’s lips is void of healing. God has given commandment to save; He has found a ransom; He will perfect that which concerns you and your son. Wait upon Him with thanksgiving, for the end shall be peace. Amen.