The very thought of your son’s journey and the doctor’s appointment is already known to your heavenly Father before a word is on your tongue. He who counts the stars and calls them all by name has His eye upon that dear one, and not a footstep falls without His decree. You ask for safe travels, then rest in this, that He shall cover him with His feathers, and under His wings shall he trust. There is no safer place in all the universe than nestled beneath the warm, beating heart of the Almighty. The hawk may hover, the storm may threaten, but the chick that hides beneath the mother-hen’s wing is secure. And so it is with your son; he is not merely protected from visible danger, but he is made happy and at ease in the nearness of God.
As for the appointment and the results you long to be favourable, know this: there is a special appointment with regard to certain ends. Though the physicians may do their part, the outcome is not left to chance. Our Lord Jesus is the Captain of the good ship of Providence; He has forearranged and foreordained all things from the beginning even unto the end. You fear sickness, because that may be appointed, but it is also appointed, “I will make all his bed in his sickness,” and that appointment carries you over the other. Trust in His guidance! The time appointed shall bring the end that His wisdom and love have determined, and for those who are in Christ, that end is always mercy.
I would have you look to the Son of God, for it is for Christ’s sake that the Father hears our prayers. Jesus Christ is the Only-begotten Son of God, the darling of His bosom, and for His sake the pearly gates of heaven are thrown wide to let down blessings upon His chosen ones. Think of Him who stooped so low as to be called the carpenter’s son, that He might lift your son, and you, into everlasting fellowship with the Father. That is the height of knowledge: to see Christ and to know that our fellowship is with the Father and with His Son Jesus Christ. Bring your request before the throne, not pleading your own merit, but the precious blood and perfect righteousness of Jesus. For God, looking upon His Son bearing our griefs, forgets our sins and remembers our frame.
Come, then, with a child’s confidence. The father of the prodigal had compassion on him when he was yet a great way off, and ran to kiss him. That father gave his son such a kiss as only a father can give, a kiss of full forgiveness, of delighted restoration. So does our God welcome the returning, trusting heart. Trust! Trust! That word is the grandest word in the language of mankind. Trust Jesus, only Him, and you are saved, and your cares are rolled away upon His broad shoulders. I bid you leave that appointment and those travel plans in the hands of Him who loved you and gave His Son for you, and in so doing you shall find safe travel for your own soul even now.