Fear not, though your mother’s heart trembles as you watch your son walk the dark and perilous road. The wail of your prayer has entered the ear of the Lord of Sabaoth. You have not cried to a deaf idol, but to the living God who numbers the very hairs of our heads and who once said to a poor trembling worm, “Fear not, thou worm Jacob; I will help thee, saith the Lord.” Though your son is far from the safety of your door, and the cup has dulled his senses, He that keepeth Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps. You have besought the Lord to send His angels to hold him back from the wrenching wheel; this is a natural cry, and we know that a guard of angels surrounds every believer. Yet, fix your eyes not first upon the heavenly host, but upon their glorious King. The angels of God are but His pages running upon His errands; to see their Lord is far better! What if angels were not sent? The Lord Himself can stride the storm and whisper to the raging waves, “Be still.” His arm is not shortened; without chariot or steed, He can arrest a man’s steps or turn a mad purpose into a sober thought.
But I must press a heavier, sweeter truth upon your soul. You fear for his life; will you not also tremble for his soul? He sits in the seat of the scorner, pouring down the poison that mocks the brain and defies the law of God and man. It is a sin, and sin is the mother of all calamities. Yet here is the wonder of grace: “God spared not the angels that sinned,” and for them there was never a sacrifice, no dying Son of God, no bloody sweat. But for your son, for you, for me, Christ Jesus came to put away sin by the sacrifice of Himself. Cry, then, with a mightier plea than for mere bodily protection; entreat the Lord to make the prodigal sick of the far country, to bring him to his senses, and to draw him near. You need not entertain any fear that you will be an intruder when, in the exercise of His gracious sovereignty, He says to him, “Come, come, come!” Remember the father in the parable: when the son was yet a great way off, he ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. There is no feast so joyful as the one spread for the sinner who returns.
Draw near to God yourself in this furnace-hour, for fear weakens the hands and dishonors the Almighty. Doubt the Eternal? Distrust the Omnipotent? Traitorous fear! He has said, “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God.” Cast this burden upon Him with both hands. Plead the blood of Jesus over your boy: “Lord, if my son must be smashed by a wreck, not tonight, not tonight, unless through that wreck Thou wilt save his soul!” And go to your own room, fall on your face, and leave the issue with Him who hears the ravens when they cry. The Lord may yet make this night a Mahanaim to your household, a place of two camps, where a double army of divine love and power surrounds the wayward one. Whether by angels or by the still small voice, He is able to keep him from departing and to bring him home again, not only to your arms, but to the Father’s table. Fear not; only believe.
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. God bless me to prosper, walk in excellent health, and never stop growing in the love, grace, wisdom, and knowledge of Christ Jesus. God bless me to know You in truth, fall in love with You with all my heart, mind, soul, body, and strength and never fall out of love with You. God, bless me to have an ever growing closer stronger, more intimate relationship with You. Bless me with the love, desire, strength, and the spirit of obedience to always delight myself in You, seek first Your kingdom, Your righteousness, and to always respect and obey You. Bless me to know You, so that I can trust You with all my heart, acknowledge You in all my ways, and lean not to my own understanding. Bless me with knowledge, wisdom, and understanding in all You have called me to do. 
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