You have set your heart on this promise, "No weapon formed against you shall prosper." And I would have you hold it, not as a distant hope, but as a present certainty for those you love. You are a bow in the hands of the Almighty, bending in prayer, and though your own arm trembles with the strain, the arrow is already flying. The Lord’s hand is on your hand, guiding the aim, and every shaft of intercession is an arrow of deliverance. The enemy may shoot his fiery darts, but they shall not prosper; they shall fall short, quenched in the love of God.
Peace, mighty peace, that is what you have asked for them. And I tell you, peace is not the absence of waves but the presence of Christ. A ship in deep water may be tossed, yet if the Pilot is awake, there is no need for fear. The one who stilled the Galilean storm with a word is the same who abides with your dear ones in their tumult. His peace is not a fragile truce; it is the deep, unshakable rest of a soul whose debt is paid, whose anchor is within the veil. Let the hurry of daily cares press them, the thronging duties, the tangled relationships, but if they learn this secret, that doing His will is rest, then peace will seep into every cracked place. You cannot orchestrate their calm; but you can trust the One who says, "My peace I give to you." He gives it, and no man can snatch it away.
You have also asked that they communicate better. There, too, the Lord is the healer of the breach. Do you remember when Israel stood at the Red Sea, the enemy behind and the water before, and how the Lord made a way where there was no way? He can make a highway for hearts that have lost one another. He can unstop ears and loosen tongues. He can turn a hard word into a soft answer. What we cannot do by much explaining or striving, He does by a gentle, inward nudge of grace. So do not be anxious, as if the whole burden of their harmony rested on your shoulders. You have done the best thing: you have brought them to Jesus. He will, in His own time, mend the nets of their fellowship.
And for their protection, let me remind you of the thick darkness that could not touch Israel in Goshen while the Egyptians groped. The Lord has translated them out of the kingdom of darkness into the kingdom of His dear Son. They walk in light, though the world around them be shadowed. The wicked one cannot lay hold of them finally; his arrows may whiz, but the shield of faith quenches every one. They are not under his power; they are under the wing of the Most High. That is their safe place, and it is yours too, as you abide in trust.
When Martin Luther felt the whole world against him, he wrote on his wall, "I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord." He knew his time was in God’s hands. So it is with your beloved ones, and with you. Until their course is finished, nothing can move them. Until His purpose is fulfilled in them, they are immortal upon the earth. So take heart, dear soul. The arrow has been shot. The deliverance is on its way. The Lord who brought Israel out with silver and gold will bring them out of every snare, and there shall not be one feeble person among their company.
Let us pray.
Lord Jesus, our great peace, we commend these dear ones into Your pierced hands. Speak Your mighty peace into the midst of their storms. Send Your deliverance, and let no weapon formed against them prosper. Unravel what is tangled in their words, and knit their hearts together in love. Bless their going out and their coming in, and keep them in the hollow of Your palm. And as this child of Yours trusts them to You, fill the waiting heart with the quietness that passes understanding. We ask all for Your name’s sake. Amen.