The knot of your anguish seems to be that those who should nurture children have made them instruments of cruelty, and your soul cries out for justice and an end to the harassment. That is a heavy burden, a bitter confounding of what ought to be. And yet, sit still a moment and consider this: the Lord Jesus himself knew what it was to have the mouths of children stirred against him. In the temple the little ones cried “Hosanna,” and the cold-hearted scribes were indignant, but later other voices were raised in a darker key. Our Master understands the sting of being harassed by the weak turned into weapons, for he was despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. He is no stranger to your trouble. And right now, as you feel hunted and hounded, he is not far off, but standing within the shadow, keeping watch over your soul.
You have asked that these women be held accountable, and that is no wicked prayer. God himself has declared that he will break down everything that sets itself up against him, and he takes note of cruelty dressed in piety’s rags. The Lord sees the proud, and he knows them afar off. Nothing escapes his eye, not the schemes whispered behind closed doors, nor the wickedness that uses a babe in arms as a spy or a battering-ram. He who said, “Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not,” is also the righteous Judge before whom every secret thing shall be laid bare. You need not fear that wrong will triumph for ever; the great Reaper will sort the wheat from the tares, and in his own time, not ours, but his, he will bring forth justice as clear and unmistakable as noonday. You may lean your whole weight upon that promise.
But I want to give you something else to hold, a cordial for a fainting heart. Think of the precious blood of sprinkling. In that dread night in Egypt, the destroyer rode through the streets, but the homes of the Lord’s people were marked with crimson upon the lintel and side-posts. No blood was shed upon the threshold to be trampled, but it stood above and around them, a silent sign of safety. Beloved, the blood of Jesus Christ speaks better things than that of Abel, it does not cry out for vengeance merely, but for mercy, for cleansing, for peace. And it speaks for you. When you are hounded by wickedness, shelter beneath that blood. Say to your soul, “I am under a crimson covering; the enemy may prowl, but he cannot enter where the Lord has sealed the door.” This is not fancy, it is the substantial comfort of the covenant.
And then, dear heart, I hear you speak of being desperate and broken. That is precisely where the Lord loves to stoop. “They that seek the Lord shall not want any good thing.” You are a seeker now in the dark, feeling after him as a blind man gropes for the wall. But he is not angry with your groping; he is drawn by it. The man under conviction of sin, the woman crushed under a weight of besetting trouble, the child of God who can barely lift a tearful eye to heaven, all these are seekers. And to them the promise is given: no good thing will he withhold. Justice will come at the right hour, but meantime, will you trust him for the hidden good he is working in your own spirit even through this furnace? A ship in deep water is safe; it is the shore with its rocks that threatens. Your deep waters may be the very place where the Lord keeps you from worse destruction.
One more homely word. The Lord holds a tender record of all who belong to him. As a father’s love-letter, though it come in a black-edged envelope, is treasured for the love within, so your sorrows, wrapped in dark providences, are held fast by him who never mistakes his child’s cry for a stranger’s noise. “I and the children whom the Lord has given me,” said our Lord, as if he would be a Brother and Champion to all the little ones and all the oppressed who trust in him. He is not ashamed to call you his own, and he will be your strong defence sooner than you think. Perhaps the morning is nearer than you dream, and the enemy’s loud voice shall be stilled in a moment, to your astonishment and lasting relief.
Let us turn this over to him together.
Lord Jesus, you who were once set at nought and harassed by the proud, look now upon this sorely tried one. She lies under a cruel assault, and her heart is breaking. Arise, O strong Shepherd, and scatter the wolves. Bring hidden things to light, and let justice roll down like waters. But more than this, bury thy child’s soul deep in the peace of the covenant, the peace which the world cannot give and cannot take away. Cover her with the blood that sets the door, that she may rest even while the foe rages without. Take up her cause, for it is thine. And in the hour when thou dost answer, let her see thy hand so plainly that she can say with joy, “This is the Lord’s doing, and it is marvellous in my eyes.” Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus. Amen.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. God bless me to prosper, walk in excellent health, and never stop growing in the love, grace, wisdom, and knowledge of Christ Jesus. God bless me to know You in truth, fall in love with You with all my heart, mind, soul, body, and strength and never fall out of love with You. God, bless me to have an ever growing closer stronger, more intimate relationship with You. Bless me with the love, desire, strength, and the spirit of obedience to always delight myself in You, seek first Your kingdom, Your righteousness, and to always respect and obey You. Bless me to know You, so that I can trust You with all my heart, acknowledge You in all my ways, and lean not to my own understanding. Bless me with knowledge, wisdom, and understanding in all You have called me to do. 
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