The clouds gather thick and heavy, do they not? Yet the Sun of Righteousness rises with healing in His wings. For two years you have seen the fury of the storm, but Christ is in the vessel, and though He may seem asleep, He is Lord over every tempest. The hidden burdens you carry are not hidden from Him. He knows the secret groans, the midnight fears, the unspoken dread that spiritual powers are arrayed against you. Your battle is indeed not against flesh and blood, this you rightly confess, but see now the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who believe. The Evil One touches you not, for the Lord preserves your soul. There is a preserving grace that surrounds the household of the faithful, a hedge of protection no malevolent force can tear down save by divine permission, and such permission is never given for the destruction of the elect.
You feel that ungodly powers seek revenge and harm, breaking you physically, mentally, and financially. Look not so long at the malice of the enemy that you forget the supremacy of your Redeemer. The devil is but a devil because sin made him so; he is a creature on a chain. And what are his devices before the leaves of the Tree of Life? The least thing about Christ is healing. His name breaks every bond; a drop of His blood terrifies all the hosts of darkness. When He was teaching by the lakeside, healing power flowed; so now, as you sit under His Word, as you cry out in that mighty name, virtue streams from Him still. The same hand that lifted Peter's mother-in-law from her fever will lift you from this consuming siege. He touches, and the feverish striving, the inflamed anxiety, the parched sorrow, they depart. He makes you whole, not by might, nor by power, but by His own wounded hand.
But I urge you to mark well this deeper lesson. You speak of physical, mental, and financial breaking, but the most terrible evil is the evil within, the sin that would cling, the unbelief that would fester under prolonged trial. Yet here is your consolation: He who forgives you heals you. Pardon and healing are one gift from His lips. When the paralytic was lowered through the roof, Christ did not first mend his limbs; He said, “Son, thy sins be forgiven thee.” The root of all malady is severed by the sword of the Spirit. Have you, in this long season, cried for healing but neglected to plead for a renewed sense of full forgiveness? The guilt may be more crushing than the pain, the sense of divine displeasure more tormenting than the enemy’s assaults. Come, then, with David’s cry: “Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean.” He who knows the horribleness of sin knows the value of the precious blood. Your wounds may be the very means of driving you deeper into that fount where no devil can follow and where every arrow of the wicked one is quenched.
And remember, the method of heaven is not to overcome evil with evil. Do not let the long endurance of this battle sour your spirit into a vengeful bitterness. The natural heart cries for recompense against those seen and unseen; but the way of the cross is to overcome evil with good. This is not weakness, it is the divine strategy that triumphed at Calvary. Christ overcame the darkness not by hurling thunderbolts but by yielding up His life. You shall be preserved from all evil as you abide in Him. The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in. Do you fear for your family? Then bring them under those healing leaves. The promise is to you and to your household. Intercede with boldness, yet with a broken heart, for a broken heart is the one sacrifice God will not despise.
Let this long trial teach you, as it teaches all the saints, that there is no cure but the one Plant of Renown. Earth’s physicians may fail, resources may dwindle, sanity itself may seem to fray, but nothing within the reach of mere man can purge away the evil. Only Jesus. Only Jesus. The very least fragment of Him cures the nation, and shall it not cure your home? Do not seek a sign or a swift deliverance only; seek the Deliverer Himself. When He comes to dwell, you need not sigh over your wounds. They become scars of honor, memorials of mercy. In the meantime, lie still in His presence, expecting forgiveness and healing in one sacred act. The power that taught by Galilee’s shore is teaching now through your tears, and that teaching is the conduit-head of healing. God bless you in the furnace and bring you forth as gold, without the smell of smoke upon your garments, to the praise of His glory.
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. 
