The plea for your mother’s health rises up, and where shall we look but to Him who alone can command the liver and all the inward parts? When He gives quietness, who then can make trouble? If the Lord speaks the word of healing, that fatty organ must yield its disorder and function aright; no grade of disease can withstand His effectual working. He who cooled the chaos and brought order out of confusion can restore that frame to the vigor you crave. But mark this well, He is to be trusted, not dictated to. To handle the matter wisely is to trust God, and happy is the one who rolls the burden upon Him. Pray, yes, pray fervently, but let your prayer be this: “Lord, whether You heal by degrees or by a sudden word, I trust in the living God, the self-existent One who is not diminished by giving.” Your mother and you are not sustained by your own strength, but by His perpetual emanations of power. You have learned this in the furnace, having lost your earthly father. The widow and the fatherless have a Defender who does not despise the weak, His greatness is seen in bending low to help such as you.
Now for the crushing weight of debt and want. The text whispers, “Call, and I will answer: or let me speak, and You answer me.” Have you called? Then wait in quiet confidence for His reply. But remember, there is a two-way communion. Is it not possible that the Lord, in withholding a swift flow of money, is bidding you speak also? “Let me speak, and You answer me.” Lay before Him not only the need, but the lessons He may be teaching. Did not Job cling to his integrity, refusing to conceal the words of the Holy One even in ruin? You have not cursed God in your poverty; you have blessed the name of the Lord. This is the comfort that will outlast the credit’s balance, that you have not been false to your profession. He who trusts in the Lord shall not be ashamed of his hope. The way out of the labyrinth is trust; the lever that lifts the tremendous weight is reliance upon the all-sufficiency of God. Seek first His kingdom, and these monthly matters will be added in His time and His way.
You ask for holistic help, for guidance each moment, for a good future under the shadow of His wings. The child of God sighs to find God, not merely His gifts. Oh, that we knew where we might find Him! I charge you, let this be your chief hunt, to get at God. Do not set conditions. If He comes in a cloud of trial, still cry, “I would come even to His seat.” If religion has made you unhappy, it is but a twisted phantom of the Enemy. Do you not taste a peace in your poverty, a comfort in your mother’s presence, that the worldling does not know? The joy of the Lord is your strength; guard against the falseness that says you have fellowship with Him while walking in despair. You are not your own dupe, for you have confessed your helplessness. He is faithful and just to cleanse.
You stand under the shadow of divine appointment. Every pang, every empty purse, every day of your mother’s life is meted out by Him who has determined the bounds of our habitation. The scythe has cut swath after swath in your own family, taking your father to glory. The flower that remains, you and your mom, are not without a purpose. Let the dead be your schoolmaster. Learn that the hand that took is the hand that provides. That God who commanded light to shine out of darkness can shine into your credit-tangled night. Be not as the dumb, driven cattle; understand your mortality and then lift your eyes to the immortal God who lives when all earthly props fail. Wait upon the Lord with a constant flow of supplication, not a fitful cry, and you shall go from strength to strength. Now, in the secret of your chamber, blend the two voices: “Call, and I will answer.” Call to Him for your mother’s liver, for the unpaid bill, for the guiding hand. Then be still and let Him speak. He will answer you by His Word, by providence, by the sweet influences of the Holy Spirit. Then you, in turn, will answer Him with praise, with renewed faith, with a holy walk that prospers in His arms. He is your All in All; trust, and be wise. Amen.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
