The cry of a parent for a child is a cry that enters the ear of the Lord of Sabaoth. To pray for your son’s healing is to bring him into the presence of the great Physician, for the power of the Gospel, of which Christ is the Sum and Substance, is a healing power. He used no other remedy in healing our sin-sickness but that of taking our sicknesses and infirmities upon Himself. With His stripes we are healed, and the very leaves of that Tree of Life are for the healing of the nations. The least thing about Christ is healing.
When you feel that you have something to ask that is beyond you, stop a moment and breathe a prayer for more strength. They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. Human strength, whether physical, mental, or spiritual, will spend itself, but to those who have no might, He increases strength. This renewal often comes gradually. A weary one plunges into cool water and rises another man; oh, for a baptism into the Spirit of God for your son. Cry for life, for Christ died for the ungodly when we were yet without strength.
Peace, perfect peace, is a present possession for the mind stayed on Him. The blood of Jesus whispers peace within, a peace which passes all understanding. To do the will of Jesus, this is rest. And it is that touch of personal faith which brings peace to the soul. Many a child of God, when weary, has renewed his strength at the remembrance of pardoning mercy. First forgiveness, then healing. Pardon and healing are one in Christ. When He saw the sick of the palsy, He began not with his limbs but his soul, saying, Son, be of good cheer; your sins are forgiven you. That word of grace became the channel for the word of power: Arise, take up your couch, and go into your house. It shall be unto you for a sign that God has spoken peace to your soul.
Believe that God has given you all things in giving you His Son. The chastisement of our peace was upon Him. Bear your concern for your son with Him and then see what peace you will enjoy, even with sorrows surging round. Lean wholly upon the arm of the Beloved, for the glory of our strength belongs to God. Strip yourself of all trust in your own prayers or merits, and fall upon Christ’s kind arms. He is your strength and righteousness, your Jesus, and your all.