The leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations, not the fruit only, but the very leaves, the least things about Christ, drip with balm. You have laid hold of this truth in naming Jehovah Rapha, the Lord who heals. That name is a strong tower; the righteous run into it and are safe. The Physician is at the right hand of God, and His cures are not partial but complete. When He touches the fevered hand, the fever dissolves into Him, for He Himself bore our sicknesses. What He did for Peter’s mother-in-law, He can do for your granddaughter’s hand and foot. The impediment from birth, the legion in the brain, these are but trifles to Him who formed the eye and planted the ear. He who made the intricate pathways of the nerves can restore them with a word.
Yet mark this: in the Gospels, forgiveness and healing walk arm in arm. The palsied man heard first, “Son, be of good cheer; your sins are forgiven you.” The two are so entwined that the Sun of Righteousness rises with healing in His wings precisely because He pardons iniquity. Does need her blood sweetened and her limbs strengthened? Yes, but far more does she need the sweetness of Christ in her soul and strength to walk in His ways. You have stood in the gap, that is well, for faith may plead for another as the four bore the paralytic and broke up the roof to lay him at Jesus’ feet. You have stirred my own heart by your plain trust: you believe with all your heart. That is the touch that draws forth healing virtue. Faith’s hand, though it tremble, reaches through the crowd and grasps the hem of His garment, and at once the flow begins.
The Scripture you cite is a rock beneath our feet. Two agreeing on earth as touching any thing they ask, it shall be done for them of the Father in heaven. Here are two cases, and here are two
parties, yourself and this ministry, crying with one voice to the Throne. Shall we not expect great things? I shall join with you, poor as my prayers are, and we will ask the Lord to bare His holy arm. Let us not dictate the hour or the manner; He knows best when to lift the burden and whether to heal with a word or to give such grace that the infirmity becomes a platform for His glory. Some storms rage from morning till evening, yet faith and fear walk hand in hand until perfect love casts out fear at last.
One thing I press upon you: see that the healing sought is that of the whole woman. The right hand of my granddaughter, now hindered, may yet be lifted in praise, and her foot made swift to carry her to the house of the Lord. That will be the nobler cure. I have observed many whose bodily afflictions, once removed, left them only more at ease in sin. But where the heart is first set right, the outward healing becomes a true benediction. Cry then, “Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for Thou art my praise.” For , grown weary with years of wrestling against diabetes, let the fair leaves of the tree be applied to her spirit, refresh her with the wine of communion and the bread of promise, even if the mortal frame continues to feel the thorn. But we will ask for the full mercy, for His hand is not shortened that it cannot save, neither His ear heavy that it cannot hear.
Let your faith be fixed on the very touch of Jesus. He stands ready in the midst of His temple. Not a sword of judgment now, but an open hand of blessing. He whispers, “Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out.” Come, then, with the maimed hand of a trembling faith, and lay hold upon His strength. I am persuaded He will make Himself known as Jehovah Rapha to your loved ones, and you shall soon have occasion to take down your harp from the willows and sing of healing and pardon joined in blessed accord. May He do this for His name’s sake.
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. 
