You have poured out your soul in broken cries, and even those words that to men seem tangled are understood by Him who searches the heart. The heat of the flesh and the sorrow of the spirit are both before His eye. Yet see how in your anxiety you are tossed about like a restless wave. “Be not tossed up and down by your outward circumstances.” The very anxiety that rises from the trouble unfits you to meet it. Cast this care upon Him, for He cares for you.
You speak of one who will not eat, and you grieve. Yet consider: the body’s nourishment is but a picture of the soul’s deeper need. There is a food that the world knows not, the flesh and blood of the Son of God, which must be received by faith. Eating is not an act performed once, but a daily reception, a constant dependency. And as no dead man can eat, so no soul dead in sin can feed upon Christ unless the Father draws him. Cry out, then, for the Holy Spirit to work where you cannot, to create the hunger, to open the mouth, to make Christ precious. You will not even know your own need unless He works in you to desire according to His will.
Do not think it strange that the Lord permits this trial. If He chose, none of His people need ever so much as a headache; yet He often sends the furnace to purge away the dross. He could have kept Lazarus from the grave, but He stayed that He might show a greater glory. The sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God. Still, this is high ground: “If you can believe, all things are possible to him that believes.” Bring the sick one to Jesus in prayer, with the hands of supplication, and leave her there. He who came to heal the truly needy never turned away a single soul that sought Him sincerely.
But you also must feed on Christ for yourself. A sane man does not willingly take poison; so flee from the fretting and the fearfulness that corrode faith. Let not Satan persuade you that the day of grace is past, either for her or for you. While life lasts, hope lasts. The iron bar has not yet fallen. Jesus died not only to save from hell, but to sustain us through every fiery trial. Lay hold of that eternal salvation which He obtained by His one offering; it is a present salvation from the tyranny of anxious thoughts.
Cease from the ambition to see everything made right at once, and from the laziness that would shirk the battle of intercession. Rise up to wrestle with the Angel of the covenant, and do not let go until He bless you. If you cannot pray in order, then groan; if you cannot groan, then sigh; only let your heart be set upon Him. The Lord is not far from those who call upon Him in truth. He heard the thief’s short cry on the cross; He will hear you. Trust, and be not afraid; return unto your rest, for He has dealt bountifully with you.