You have brought your little ones and your daily troubles to Jesus, and it is well. For the healing leaves of the Tree of Life are not only for the great wounds of the soul, but for every ache of the body and every anxiety of the mind. Touch even the hem of His garment, and the virtue that goes out from Him shall reach the pain of a tooth and the restlessness of a weary frame. He whose hands were pierced knows our frame and remembers we are dust; He giveth His beloved sleep.
Yet while you ask for the sleep of the body, let your spirit also find that deeper rest which is the peculiar portion of the saints, the sleep of contentment, the sleep of security in Jesus. But remember, there is a sleep that is not of God: the slumber of the disciples in Gethsemane, the drowsiness of a soul grown indifferent to the weight of eternal things. Let not the bed of ease become a snare. Even as you seek relief, watch that your faith does not doze while the Bridegroom tarries.
For your husband’s pain, look to the great Physician. Are not the leaves of the tree for the healing of the nations? The least thing about Christ is healing. He went about doing good, healing all that were oppressed of the devil. A toothache may seem a small matter, but His compassion is as tender toward a palsted man as toward a grieving heart. Bring him in prayer to Jesus, and if it be His will, He can speak the word, and the pain shall flee. Yet if the thorn remain, trust that His grace is sufficient, and His strength is made perfect in weakness.
As for your son and the mail and the approval you await, lean upon the Lord’s providence. The sparrow’s fall is not without His notice, and the hairs of your head are numbered. Commit your way to Him, and He will bring it to pass. Yet seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness; for when forgiveness is applied, healing often comes from the same pardoning hand. The Lord can smooth the path for your son and order the affairs of men to bring your letter to your door. Wait on Him, and let your patience be a testimony that you have cast your burden upon Him.
Above all, lay hold of this: He giveth His beloved sleep. In the night watches, yield your cares to Jesus. Close your eyes, not in the slumber of unbelief, but in the sweet repose of a child resting in her Father’s arms. They sleep in Jesus who trust in Him; and whether we wake or sleep, we are His. May the Lord make the way straight for your feet, heal the lame among you, and give you to lie down in peace, until that morning when the Sun of Righteousness arises with healing in His wings.