The blood of Jesus speaks better things than the cry of our needs. It has already prevailed before the throne of God, securing every mercy for those who trust in Him. While you plead that precious blood over your passport and your daughters', remember that it does not merely cry for earthly documents and dwellings, it cries for your eternal deliverance from the pit of sin and the hatred of this fallen world. The same blood that ransoms your soul from death is the ground of every temporal blessing. Let your faith lay hold upon this: if He has delivered you from the power of darkness, He will deliver you all the way through.
Hatred without cause fell upon our Master, and He has told us that the servant is not above his Lord. When men revile you, when you are made a fool or ripped apart, be not dismayed. The blood of Jesus cleanses from the bitterness such wounds inflict, and it transforms our sorrows into fuel for praise. The more talk from the mouth of faith, the better; her lips drop sweet-smelling myrrh. Speak life indeed, but let that life be Christ Himself. Cease from the feverish effort to orchestrate every circumstance, and cast all your care on Him who careth for you. It is a blessed need which makes room for Jesus to come in with miracles of love.
A new place to live, yes, pray for it, but seek first a dwelling in the secret place of the Most High, where the arrows of human scorn cannot reach. Know that He has not only invented a way of deliverance, but He has found a ransom. The very blood you invoke is a gift of Divine Love, not a talisman to bend His will to ours. Let your urging be matched with submission: "The will of the Lord be done." When I hear saints panting for changed circumstances more than for the Changer, I fear they have not yet grasped that He looks to man’s necessities and not to his possessions. Your passport may tarry, your daughters' may be delayed, the old hatreds may linger, but if you are truly eating His flesh and drinking His blood by faith, you have within you the very life of Christ. That life is fresher than that of a little child, and it shall bear you through.
There is no cure for sin and self-pity like abundant intercourse with the Lord Jesus. Dwell much with Him, and it is impossible to dwell long in the noise of these archers. The best carriage in all the world is Jesus’ bosom, there the Lamb finds rest, not those who are strong. Cry for your passport, yes, but cry louder for a heart that rests in His sovereign timing. The clock of mercy struck in Heaven the very moment of your deliverance, for the eternal purpose of Jehovah decreed it. Your bitter experiences are not without His eye; He sees, He permits, He will overrule. Often the death of a man’s own plans is a kind of new birth, from the grave there shoots up a tree of life whose leaves heal nations. So it shall be with you, if you trust no other plea but the blood of sprinkling.
Do not let your speech become a mere demand. A silent faith, if there is such a thing, robs God of His glory, but faith’s loudest boast is still a meek contrition. You say, “That’s it, that’s all with the blood of Jesus.” Then let it be so. Fold your hands, open your heart, and let that blood speak for you. It speaks better things for you than you know how to ask. It pleads not for the innocent, but for the guilty who rest in its virtue. Go now, plead that blood in secret, and then rise and walk in the liberty wherewith Christ makes free. He will deliver you from the power of sin and from the fear of man, for If He has done this great thing for us, what will He not do for us?