The Lord is in this place, even in the emergency room, and He knows your frame and your present trouble. You have asked prayer in Jesus’ name, and that name is the sweetest plea that ever ascended to the throne of grace. The very blood of that dear name speaks better things than any earthly medicine, for it purchased pardon, peace, and healing for all who trust. Is it not written, “He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds”? Whether the healing comes through the physician’s skill or by His own immediate touch, it comes from the same pierced hand.
Your blood pressure surges against your body, but there is another pressure, the pressure of His love, which is stronger than death. The tree of life has leaves for the healing of the nations, and the least leaf of His grace can quiet the storm within. The same power that once stood in a crowded house and forgave the palsied man, then made him rise and walk, is present with you now. He saw the faith of those who carried that poor sufferer; even so, He sees the faith of those who bear you up in prayer this hour. His first word to the soul is often, “Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee,” and with that cleansing word comes a calm that medicine alone cannot give. The Sun of Righteousness rises with healing in His wings, and no fever of body or spirit can stand before Him.
Lay hold upon this: Jesus Christ has ascended on high, and He has received gifts for men, gifts of repentance, remission, and restoration. You are not required to manufacture a perfect faith or a perfect feeling; the blood alone is the shelter. God does not say, “When I see your strong grip upon My promises,” but, “When I see the blood, I will pass over you.” Rest in that finished work. Let your heart beat with the rhythm of that sacred truth: He loved me, and gave Himself for me. The healing leaves of His presence change the very life-blood, making the spirit new. Yield yourself to His care as a flower yields to the rain, passive in His hand, but alive by His quickening.
I am praying that the Lord will rebuke this disorder, and that you will soon witness to His restoring mercy. But whether the relief comes swiftly or in time, know that He is making every moment work together for your good. Let the quiet of His pardon steal over your soul, and the stilly peace of His presence keep your heart and mind. The hand that holds the worlds now holds your pulse. He who lifted Peter’s mother-in-law from her fever will lift you up, and then you shall rise to serve Him with new vigour.
Peace be unto you; be whole of thy plague. The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.