Your heart is being pulled in a direction it was never meant to go alone. Here you stand, watching your sister walk through the valley of the shadow, and the one person who ought to be a bulwark at your side seems to have drawn back his hand. It is a sharp double sorrow, the terror of the illness and the bewildering ache of being left, so it feels, to bear it all by yourself.
I want you to sit still a moment and hear this. You are not without a husband. I say it reverently, but I must say it. There is One whose name is Husband to His people, and when every earthly prop gives way, His strong right arm does not falter. He does not grow weary of your tears. He does not look the other way when you come in from a long day at the hospital and have no one to speak to. His love is particular, singular, set upon you with an intensity that no human affection can match. Your sister is precious to you, I can feel that love in every word, but she is precious to Him too, and He has not forgotten her. Nor has He forgotten you.
You have been trying to shoulder a weight that was never meant for a single soul to carry. There are burdens we can share, and brothers and sisters in Christ are meant to come alongside for those. Yet there are other griefs that settle into the marrow, into the secret place of the heart where no other human creature can enter. The grief that watches a loved one suffer, the slow, daily carrying of that pain, it is a loneliness that only the Man of Sorrows fully knows. And He does know it. He does not stand far off. When you think no one sees the silent weeping in the small hours, He marks it. He keeps your tears in His bottle.
Do not let the failure of one human heart to give you comfort rob you of the certainty that infinite Love is attending to you every single step. Earthly husbands, even the very best of them, are but poor drafts of the true Husband. They love as they can, stumblingly, incompletely, and some, I know, seem not to love at all. That is a bitter cup. But your Lord Jesus empties Himself out for His bride. He does not offer you a portion of His love, He gave Himself for you. That is a love you may lean your whole weight upon and it will not crack.
And your sister, bring her to Him again and again. You cannot carry the load of her sickness or her soul, but you may roll them both onto the shoulders of the Good Shepherd. He carries the lambs in His bosom. He does not drop them when the way grows rough. Whether she knows Him yet or not, He is able to make even this dark passage a road to something eternal.
Let me leave this with you. When you feel entirely alone, whisper His name. In the kitchen, in the car, at her bedside, He is there. He will be your shield and your exceeding great reward, even when the night is blackest.
Father, into Thy hands I put this dear woman and her sister. Thou art the God who sees. Be Husband to the lonely. Be Healer to the sick. Carry them both, I pray, upon the broad places of Thy grace, and let them feel the clasp of a love that never lets go. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.