You bring your cares about medical supplies and the confusion of companies and records, and you do well to bring them in the name of Jesus. Yet I perceive that your soul is weighed down by these earthly hindrances, as though the matter depended solely on the diligence of men and the approval of an insurance board. Remember, then, that the same Lord who said, “Strait and narrow is the way that leadeth unto life,” also taught us to pray for daily bread. He knows your need before you ask, and He does always those things that are pleasing unto Him, even when He permits delays that try our patience. The splitting of the companies and the loss of records, these are not accidents to one who trusts in Providence. They are the narrow gate through which faith is stretched and purified. You have spent your own money, and the cost adds up quickly; this is a real burden. But give thanks that you had the means to do so, and that the insurance, however slowly, does pay its portion. Do not let the temporary lack breed a lasting anxiety that devours your peace. You are praying not only for yourself but for all who receive such help, and that charitable breadth of heart is pleasing to God.
It is not irksome for me to repeat what is safe for your soul: Rejoice in the Lord, not in the smooth working of human systems. The Apostle knew both abundance and want, and in all things he learned to be content through Christ who strengthens him. Be diligent in doing your part, send the faxes, supply the information anew, but inwardly rest in the approval of God, who tests our hearts and does not forsake His own. When you have done what lies in you, cast the rest upon Him. Let every frustration become a prayer, every delay an occasion to wash away impatience with tears and almsgiving of spirit toward your household. The broad and easy way of instant, effortless provision would lull you into forgetfulness of God; this strait way of persistent trust leads to life. Do not seek to please men, not even the keepers of records, but please God, who entrusts His little ones with crosses for their perfection.
I will join my prayer to yours: May the Father of mercies, who sees every sparrow sold for a farthing, look upon your need and the need of all the infirm who wait upon paperwork. May He untie the tangled knots where human negligence has snarled them, and move the hearts of those who decide to grant swift and fair approval, not for your comfort only, but that His own name may be glorified in the endurance of His saints. And may He keep your heart fixed upon the unshakeable inheritance laid up for you, so that whether the supplies come today or after many days, you may still say with the Apostle, “I do always those things that are pleasing unto Him.” This is the victory that overcomes the world, even our faith.