You have a little creature on your heart, and her trouble is not too small for the Lord who numbers the very hairs of your head and notes the fall of a sparrow. I know how it is when a silent life that depends on you grows thin and will not eat, you watch and you worry, for she cannot speak her pain, and every small shift in her appetite sends your anxious prayers upward. That is no foolish thing. The one who made the robin and the coney cares for all His works, and His tenderness stoops to the smallest living thing. Your guinea pig is His as much as the lion of the woods; she is in His hand, and He hears you when you ask Him to heal her.
Remember how the Lord Jesus, when He entered Peter’s house after a long day, found it a hospital instead of a place of rest. The fever was there before Him, but the Great Physician did not turn away. He came in where the trouble was, and He took it in hand with a gentle touch. Your home has a little sick-room now, and the Master is no stranger to it. The same healing power that rebuked the burning fever and lifted the woman from her bed is present for your tiny friend. Her frame is small, but no sickness is too stubborn for Him. He who made the delicate machinery of her jaws and teeth can set right what has gone wrong, ease the hidden ache, and restore her appetite. Nothing is too hard for the Lord.
It is easy to feel helpless as you watch her pick at her food and then turn away, losing weight after so many surgeries. But the friends who brought the paralyzed man to Jesus could not heal him either; they could only bring him, break through the roof if need be, and lay him at the feet of mercy. That is what you are doing now, carrying your little companion by prayer into the presence of the One who is mighty to save and to heal. He does not despise your errand. The power that flung the stars into the sky and keeps the worlds in their courses is not too great to busy itself with a hurting guinea pig. He delights to show His strength in the things that look weak and to lift up the lowly.
Lean hard on that promise. The sores and the pains that linger after each surgery will not have the last word. The Lord who has watched over her through three operations will not abandon her now. Sometimes healing comes in a single hour; at other times it dawns gradually, like light creeping over the hills; but whether swift or slow, it is sure when He undertakes it. While you wait, do not let your heart be troubled. Cast the whole weight of this care onto Him, for He cares for you. The very love you feel for this little animal is a spark from the Father’s own heart, and He will not leave that love unnoticed or unanswered.
Let me commend her now to the Lord with you.
Father, whose mercy is over all Thy works, look upon this small, suffering creature whom Thou hast made. Quiet her pain, heal the hidden trouble in her mouth, restore her desire to eat, and build up her wasted frame. Grant wisdom to those who treat her, and give patience and peace to the one who loves her and brings her to Thee. In the name of Jesus, the Good Physician, who healed all manner of sickness and all manner of disease among the people, and who lovest the least of Thy creatures. Amen.