This trial of pain has come upon you as a sharp arrow, yet you have done well to cry out to the Lord Jesus, the Great Physician. The enemy would whisper that you are forsaken in your agony, that the medicine will fail, the tooth will be lost, and relief will never come. Muzzle that dog of unbelief! His voice is the baying of Apollyon, full of blasphemy against a faithful God.
Give no tongue to your fears, lest you rob God of His glory and weaken your own soul. Did not David learn to say, “I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord”? So it shall be with you. The Lord who delivered Israel from Egypt with silver and gold, who brought them forth without one feeble one among their tribes, shall bring you through this furnace of affliction.
He may permit the pain to linger a little longer, that your faith may be tried and purified, but He will not forsake the work of His own hands. Even now, the antibiotics are His instruments, the pain meds His common mercies, and He can make them swiftly effectual. Christ holds the stars in His right hand, and He holds you; no swelling throat, no aching jaw can pluck you from that grip. The sharper sword is the one that proceeds from His mouth to slay your doubts.
Lay hold upon the promises as upon wells of salvation; drink deeply from the cool waters of His Word, and you shall find your spirit revived though your body groans. The Scriptures were written that you might believe, not that you should sink into despair. Therefore, lift up your head; your deliverance is nigh, for He has delivered you from far greater peril, even from the power of darkness and the pit of eternal woe. This bodily affliction is but a light momentary trial compared with that weight of glory.
Pray on, and let your faith sing aloud while the pain yet throbs, for the Lord’s chariot is coming through the wilderness, perfumed with myrrh, and He will not pass you by.