The cry of a parent for a suffering child pierces the heavens, and it is well that you have brought it to the throne of grace, pleading the name of Jesus Christ. That mighty name is the key that unlocks the storehouse of mercy, for the blood of the everlasting covenant speaks better things than all our fears. When we pray for release, for healing, for a daughter’s safety and the stability of her body, we do not come before God in our own merit, but in the virtue of that precious blood which was shed for many for the remission of sins.
Cast the eye of faith upon the blood-marked lintel, and remember the word: "When I see the blood, I will pass over you." The great Jehovah does not demand a perfect frame or a flawless understanding from the sick-room; He looks to the sacrifice of His dear Son. If that blood be upon the door of your heart and upon this daughter of yours, then every danger must pass over, for God is faithful. The blood of the covenant sets the prisoner free from the pit wherein is no water, and it is God’s own seal of deliverance. Let your soul grasp this: it is not the mere hope of release that saves, but the fact that Christ’s blood has already secured every blessing. Ask boldly, then, that her medication be wisely ordered, that her sugar be made normal, and that she be granted the simple comforts she needs, these are but the crumbs from the Master’s table, and He is no miser with His grace.
Rest in the double safety of a covenant-keeping God: He is able to keep you from falling into despair, and to keep your child from all that truly harms. Nothing lies outside the reach of the Great Physician, who heals the broken in heart and bindeth up their wounds. He came not by water only, but by water and blood, to cleanse and to pardon, to restore soul and body, as pleases His wisdom. So as you send up this petition, do not let the soul faint. Plead the blood again and again, for that is the way to obtain the double blessing. Present the cause with holy confidence, saying, “Lord, in the face of this affliction, I point not to my own tears, but to the blood of Jesus, and I ask that it speak for my daughter now.”
Even now, while you wait, remember that no patient in Christ’s hospital was ever turned out incurable. He is able to save to the uttermost, and that word “uttermost” reaches far beyond the most desperate sinking of the spirit or the body. It enfolds your daughter’s sugar levels, her release, her safe return, and the wisdom of those who attend her. The throne of God might sooner fail than a soul that trusts in Christ should be abandoned. So let your heart be quieted, and expect to see the goodness of the Lord. May she soon walk through your door, a living testimony that the blood still speaks, still prevails, and still brings liberty.