My heart stirred as I read your words, for in a single breath you both praised the Lord for His mighty blessings and poured out an urgent cry for healing, for right and godly help in legal matters, and for the covering of His protecting blood. There is a beautiful tangle here, thanksgiving and supplication woven together like the threads of a single cord. That cord is faith, and it reaches the throne. It is well you do not separate the two. For the God who has blessed is the God who will bless again. The mercy you have seen is the earnest of mercy yet to come.
You speak of healing. It is no small thing to be wounded in body or mind, to feel that an injury has set itself up as a stranger in your flesh, unwelcome yet persistent. But remember: when Jesus walked among us, He did not come as a destroyer, but as a healer. The power of the Lord was present to heal, and it is present still. Did He not take our infirmities and bear our sicknesses? That means your hurts and the hurts of those you love are not foreign to Him. He has carried them as a porter carries a heavy load, only He carries it all the way to the cross. Lay your head upon that truth and rest there. The Great Physician has not forgotten His art, nor has He closed His surgery. He waits to be gracious.
You ask for “the right legal godly help and timing in all of this urgently.” Urgency presses hard, I know. The clock ticks loudly when the matter is heavy. But you are not at the mercy of clocks and calendars. The Lord’s timing is not our timing, and yet it is never late. A ship in deep water may be tossed, but the Captain knows the harbor and the tide. He brings everything to pass at the hour He has appointed, neither too soon nor too late, but precisely right. The help He sends will be godly help, and the people He raises up will be His instruments, whether they know it or not. Ask largely, expect confidently. He who parted the Red Sea can make a way through a courtroom door.
And then you cry for the covering of the blood. Oh, that is the safest place in all the world. The destroying angel passes over every door where the blood is seen. Nothing can touch the soul that is hidden beneath that crimson shelter. Fear not, the blood speaks for you, and it speaks better things than your fears can shout.
Look now at the tree of life, which grows on either side of the river, its leaves for the healing of the nations. Those leaves are for you, and for your loved ones. The Lord has made it marvelously accessible. You do not have to journey far to pluck them; they hang low over your path. Reach out and take what your Jesus freely gives, peace for your anxiety, strength for your waiting, and the sure hope that He who began a good work will carry it through to the end.
Let us pray.
Lord Jesus, we bring before You this dear soul and all those bound up in this tangle of need. You know the injuries that ache in body and spirit; You know the legal tangles that look like a thicket with no path. Come now, for there is no helper like You. Send the right help at the right moment, and let Your timing be sweeter than we could have schemed. Cover every one of these concerns with Your precious blood, so that the enemy can find no foothold. And grant, O Lord, that the blessings already given would be used for Your glory, with wisdom and with gladness. Hear our cry, for we ask in Your name, Jesus. Amen.