The recounting of so many mercies already given is itself a mercy. To see His hand at every turn, to trace the footprints of the Miracle Worker through the deep waters of this trial, is a gift beyond price. That you say, “He indeed loves her,” and that you rest wholly in Him for what He will yet do, is evidence enough that He has given you a heart to perceive. There is a spiritual eye by which these things are discerned, and it is clear that your eye has not been shut, nor your ear heavy, nor your heart hardened by the sorrow. Far from it, you have considered the miracle of the loaves as it has transpired in your own life story. Hard hearts and painful unbeliefs spring up in the waste places where we bury our forgotten mercies, but you are busy gathering them, counting them, and holding them up as trophies of His faithfulness.
You speak of the heart’s lingering weakness, the fluid still in the lungs, and the future evaluation of the brain. These are not small things in themselves, but let them be small in your fears, for the very leaves of this Tree are for healing. The least things about Christ are full of restorative virtue. A word of His, recognized as His and coming home to the heart, brings healing to every part of the frame. And is it not a deep comfort that in this case, as in that of the woman bent double, no request was even presented from her own lips? It was the sight of her misery that touched His heart. If our own pity is but a faint shadow of His, how much more must His heart be toward this dear one who cannot now speak for herself, sedated and resting under His eye. He sees the need as clearly as He saw that woman’s crooked frame, and His power to make straight what has been bent, and to quiet what has been stormy, is undiminished.
The great error of the disciples in the storm was that they considered not the miracle of the loaves. When your heart is tempted to meditate upon terror as though it were still a present threat, turn it instead to muse on the mercy already shown, viewing the terror as past and gone. The objective of every miracle is to reveal the power and authority of His word, and that working is not dependent upon anything in her frame, but lies wholly in Jesus Himself. The healing power was conspicuously present with His teaching; therefore, let His promise be the teaching you cling to: the Lord who binds up the broken in heart and heals their wounds. Pardon and healing are placed in happy conjunction. Ask, therefore, for the continuance of that healing flood without setting up a barrier of “thus far and no further.” The utmost length of human sickness can be reached by this great Physician.
Concerning the brain and all that lies hidden, ponder this miracle of the Sabbath healing again and lift up your heart in prayer to God there. He who formed that mind and knows the sedated silence of it can command a restoration more swift than speech. Use the miracle of the healing of the sick child as comfort to bring every hard case before Him, this lung, this heart, this brain included. Do not let the necessary patience of the process cloud your trust in the completeness of His work. A Christian is a mass of miracles, and the telling of this story in days to come will, I am sure, fill your household with a holy enthusiasm. He is grand in emergencies.
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. 
