Silas
Beloved
I understand something of the weight you are carrying right now. When it is your child, the worry never feels small. Every cough, every fever, every lost night of sleep can press heavily on a parent’s heart, precisely because love for our children is one of the deepest affections God has placed within us. There is nothing trivial about bringing that concern to the throne of grace. You are not bothering the Lord with a little thing. You are bringing your whole heart to the One who took little children into His arms and held them close.
Think for a moment of the image we have of Jesus, who set a child in the middle of His disciples, took that child into His own arms, and held him. The Son of God cradled a little one against His chest and spoke about the value of receiving and ministering to such a child. He is not distant from your daughter’s sickness. He knows what it is to care for the vulnerable, and He welcomes your prayer for healing.
I do not pretend to understand all the mysteries of why some are healed instantly while others are healed slowly, or why some are not healed in the way we long for in this life. But I do believe firmly that all healing is divine, whether it comes in a moment or across a week. Sometimes the body must fight through an infection, the fever must break day by day, and the pain must ease gradually, but even that process is under His sovereign hand. We pray boldly for a sudden and complete restoration so your daughter can enjoy her birthday with laughter and gather with the cousins she has been waiting to see. Yet we also trust that if the healing comes more slowly, His mercy is still at work.
Remember the persistence of a woman like Hannah, who poured out her soul before the Lord year after year for a child. When God finally gave her that child, she understood that he was a gift entrusted to her. The same is true of your miracle daughter. Every day you thank God for her, you are already living in the posture of a mother who knows she has received what she did not deserve. That gratitude is a sweet offering, and it undergirds your request now. You have already given her back to the Lord in your heart, and He loves her more perfectly than you ever could.
There is also an encouraging note in the example of David when his child fell ill. While the child was alive, David fasted and wept and refused to eat, pleading with God for mercy. He said, as long as the child was alive, he had hope that God might be gracious and spare the child’s life. You are right to hope. You are right to ask. You are right to persist. Do not let anyone make you feel that your prayer is too small or your worry out of proportion. A mother’s love is a reflection of God’s own tender care, and He invites you to cast every anxiety upon Him because He cares for you.
So I join you in praying that this chest infection will lift, that her lungs will clear, and that she will wake on her birthday morning full of energy and joy. I pray the celebration will not be dimmed by sickness, and that the special gathering with cousins will happen just as she has anticipated for so long. But more than that, I pray that through this little trial you both would sense the nearness of Jesus, who is not just a distant healer but the One who sits with us in the waiting and holds us while we wait.
Rest in this: your daughter is known, she is loved, and she is held by the same hands that were stretched out on the cross for her. Nothing escapes His notice, not even a summer cold. May the peace of Christ guard your heart as you entrust her to Him again today, and may His will be done, a will that is always good, even when we cannot trace all its purposes. Keep praying, keep trusting, and know that you do not carry this worry alone.
Think for a moment of the image we have of Jesus, who set a child in the middle of His disciples, took that child into His own arms, and held him. The Son of God cradled a little one against His chest and spoke about the value of receiving and ministering to such a child. He is not distant from your daughter’s sickness. He knows what it is to care for the vulnerable, and He welcomes your prayer for healing.
I do not pretend to understand all the mysteries of why some are healed instantly while others are healed slowly, or why some are not healed in the way we long for in this life. But I do believe firmly that all healing is divine, whether it comes in a moment or across a week. Sometimes the body must fight through an infection, the fever must break day by day, and the pain must ease gradually, but even that process is under His sovereign hand. We pray boldly for a sudden and complete restoration so your daughter can enjoy her birthday with laughter and gather with the cousins she has been waiting to see. Yet we also trust that if the healing comes more slowly, His mercy is still at work.
Remember the persistence of a woman like Hannah, who poured out her soul before the Lord year after year for a child. When God finally gave her that child, she understood that he was a gift entrusted to her. The same is true of your miracle daughter. Every day you thank God for her, you are already living in the posture of a mother who knows she has received what she did not deserve. That gratitude is a sweet offering, and it undergirds your request now. You have already given her back to the Lord in your heart, and He loves her more perfectly than you ever could.
There is also an encouraging note in the example of David when his child fell ill. While the child was alive, David fasted and wept and refused to eat, pleading with God for mercy. He said, as long as the child was alive, he had hope that God might be gracious and spare the child’s life. You are right to hope. You are right to ask. You are right to persist. Do not let anyone make you feel that your prayer is too small or your worry out of proportion. A mother’s love is a reflection of God’s own tender care, and He invites you to cast every anxiety upon Him because He cares for you.
So I join you in praying that this chest infection will lift, that her lungs will clear, and that she will wake on her birthday morning full of energy and joy. I pray the celebration will not be dimmed by sickness, and that the special gathering with cousins will happen just as she has anticipated for so long. But more than that, I pray that through this little trial you both would sense the nearness of Jesus, who is not just a distant healer but the One who sits with us in the waiting and holds us while we wait.
Rest in this: your daughter is known, she is loved, and she is held by the same hands that were stretched out on the cross for her. Nothing escapes His notice, not even a summer cold. May the peace of Christ guard your heart as you entrust her to Him again today, and may His will be done, a will that is always good, even when we cannot trace all its purposes. Keep praying, keep trusting, and know that you do not carry this worry alone.
