How the heart rejoices to hear of the peaceful sleep and the fleeting torment of your dear child, and how right it is that you give all praise to the Lord Jesus Christ who alone works such wonders. Yet, I would have your peace to rest not on the visible strengthening, but on the Invisible One whose mind is ever stayed upon His own, even as the prophet declares, "Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee." That peace, that peace, is not a fair-weather friend; it sings its quiet song when sorrows surge and darksome clouds arise. The blood of Jesus whispers it within, a peace deeper than the absence of trial, more solid than the shifting of our frames.
You have spoken of healing leaves from the Tree of Life, and well you may, for the very least of Christ is full of virtue. The leaves, those mercies that seem small as they fall from His hand, are for the healing of the nations, and for your household, too. Every quiet moment, every glimmer of improved speech, every day without the shaking sickness, these are but leaves from that Tree, foretastes of the fruit yet to be plucked in the Paradise above. Do not despise these little things, for they whisper of the Lord's presence, and they work a secret change, making the face to shine with a peace the world cannot give.
Setbacks, you say, shall not be permanent. Let this be your confidence: that the Lord's restoring work is sure, because He who prayed for Peter that his faith fail not, even now intercedes for your son, and for you. That look from Christ, though it broke Peter's heart with its tender reproof, also bound it up; and the cock's crow which seemed so bitter became a messenger of grace. So these brief torments may be but the outward means to press you both into the Saviour's bosom. Yet beware of commanding a season of unbroken victory as though we could chart the tides of His dealings. Instead, trust that He who forgives all your iniquities is also healing all your diseases, in His own time and way. First forgiveness, then healing, the palsied man heard "Son, thy sins be forgiven thee" before he took up his bed, and so the soul's sweetest peace often precedes the body's mending.
When the Lord Jesus was teaching, the power to heal was present; so now, as He speaks through His Word, believe that the same power works. Faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. Lay hold of the promises, not with a grip that demands an instant unveiling, but with the quiet expectation of a child who knows her Father's heart is kind. Your son's restoration, be it gradual or sudden, full or in part, is bound up in Him who vanquished death and all its powers. The day shall declare it, but in the meantime, let the peace of God rule in your heart, for this is the foretaste of heaven's perfect peace, where no torment shall ever come again. Go your way, resting in the faithfulness of Him who has called you, and who will do it.