The cry of your heart goes up to the throne of grace, and He who hears the prayer of faith has caught every word. Do not think that the restoration you seek is too great a thing for the Lord. In His appointed time, He will bind up the broken, restore the years the locust have eaten, and make the soul whole. His leaves are for the healing of the nations, and the very least thing about Christ is healing. A trembling touch upon the hem of His garment draws virtue out of Him. So bring your son before the mercy seat, not with a terror-stricken faith, but with a confidence that rests where God's promises rest.
Faith is the hand that receives all from God. It is no uncommon mercy that you ask for. The Lord delights to restore; it is His glory to take the shattered vessel and make it again as though it had never been flawed. "I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the Lord." Yet know that the path of healing often leads through deeper trust and sweeter patience. Little faith is true faith, and a grain of mustard seed can move mountains of malady. If your soul dares not yet take the full feast, pluck a leaf by your poor trembling faith, and it shall make your son whole. Jesus Himself has prayed for His own, that their faith fail not, and His intercession is the sure anchor of every restoration.
Peace, perfect peace, this is the portion of those whose minds are stayed on Him. It is not a peace that the world gives, a painted peace for sunny days, but a deep, blood-bought stillness that whispers within even while sorrows surge. Bid your son look to the Saviour who has vanquished death and all its powers. The forgiveness of sins and the healing of the body often walk hand in hand, for the Sun of Righteousness rises with healing in His wings. True recovery of spirit comes when the soul is washed in the fountain filled with blood, and the mind casts every care upon Him who careth for you. There is no peace apart from believing, but the moment faith takes what Jesus gives, the rest enters in.
Therefore, lift up the shield of faith above all. It will quench every fiery dart of despair, of impatience, of unbelief. The enemy may whisper that the case is hopeless, but faith points to the open grave and the risen Lord. Wait on Him, wait patiently. The restoration will come in the way and hour that best displays His glory. Your son is not beyond the reach of that mighty hand which upholds the universe. Only trust, and trust again. The same Lord who restored Peter after his fall, who healed the palsied man with a word, shall yet restore your son completely, body, mind, and spirit. Be of good cheer; the prayer of faith is already heard. Heaven’s perfect peace awaits.