How great is the mercy of God that this woman yet lives, and while it is called “today,” no soul must despair of the healing that comes from above. The body lies low, but the spirit may rise. The flesh decays, but the heart can be made new. Do not measure her hope by the weakness of her lungs or the frailty of her frame, for the Lord looks upon the contrite and humble, and a broken spirit He will not despise.
You have prayed many years, and that long-suffering is not wasted. Love that endures is a mighty fortress; no calamity can breach it. This very love, which drives you now to intercede, is a spark of the divine nature, and it is patient, it is kind, it bears all things. Let it bear now, without weariness, for the root of all self-denial is long-suffering. As the sea quenches a spark, so a soul anchored in God is not disturbed by the waves of affliction. Her sicknesses, her sorrows, her years of turning to false comforts, these are not beyond the reach of the Physician. Only let there not be a hard heart of unbelief, murmuring that all is lost. While breath remains, today is the day of salvation.
Yet remember that the illnesses of the mind are more perilous than those of the body. The eye of the understanding grows dim when evil thoughts and long habits cloud it, making a crutch seem a staff and a poison seem a medicine. But the Lord can restore sight. In meekness instruct those who are ensnared, if perhaps God may grant them repentance. Do not rail at her weaknesses, nor despair over them. The chain of Paul was more glorious than miracles because it spoke of a willing prisoner for Christ; so your steadfast prayers, your lowliness of heart, your quiet perseverance, these are the chains of love that bind her to hope.
She knows Jesus. Then cleave to that confession. Even if her faith seems but a smoldering wick, He will not quench it. The end of those who persist in stubborn rebellion is indeed fearful, as the histories of old attest, but mercy triumphs over judgment for those who turn to Him with a contrite spirit. Urge her gently toward that true lowliness, that awe before His commandments. Not a humility of mere words, but a trembling at His word. Then will her sacrifice be acceptable.
Commend her to the Lord, and in your own soul nurture that long and great spirit which endures all things. For whether she is restored to the body or called to her true home, the resurrection awaits the faithful. Do not sorrow as those who have no hope, but as those who long for that blessed reunion where no deportation parts, no sickness wastes, no crutch is needed. Pray, therefore, with thanksgiving, as you have begun, and let the bond of peace keep your heart from despair. God is not deaf to the cry of the humble.