How often the fears of a mother’s heart become the very arrows of the enemy, whispering that the case is hopeless. Yet your prayer is raised to the God who sees: He who neither slumbers nor sleeps observes every tear and hears every sigh. He it is who must bring deliverance, for it is not by might, nor by power, but by His Spirit alone that the iron chain of strong drink can be snapped. Pray for your daughter that she may receive the kingdom of God as a little child, with simple reliance upon the finished work of Christ, for only the blood of the Lamb can cleanse and keep.
There is a ransom found; God has devised a way of deliverance from the pit, and He is able to restore the years the locust has eaten, both for her and for the young life entrusted to her. Yet true liberty is not license to return to the old bondage, but a glad surrender to the easy yoke of Jesus. Continue to bring your household before the throne, for the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord will lift him up. Persevere in supplication, and look for the answer, expecting that He who has begun a good work will complete it unto the day of Christ.
Cast the burden of the foster care upon the Lord; He who sets the solitary in families can preserve that little one, and in His time, if it pleases Him, restore mother and child together in a home where the fear of God drives out the love of the bottle. Only let the seeking soul trust wholly in the Deliverer, and not in a mere resolve of her own.