You are walking a hard road just now, and I can hear the weariness in every line you have written. The day has been long, the pain has bitten deep, and the weight of waiting for an answer has made your soul stoop. But lean in a little closer, and let me speak a steadying word to your heart: your Lord has not forgotten you. The very breath you spent in crying out to Him has reached the throne, and not one syllable has fallen to the ground.
The enemy would love for you to believe a different tale, wouldn’t he? When the pain gnaws, when justice seems to hide its face, when your own children walk far from the light, there comes a suggestion as old as the serpent himself, the dark whisper that says, “God has left you. He will not answer. You are too worn, too small, too far gone.” It is the same old arrow he has shot at every saint since the garden, and it still hisses with hell’s poison. But it is a lie, every syllable of it. Your God is the Lord who brought Israel out of Egypt with silver and gold in their hands, and not one feeble person among all their tribes. Do you hear that? Not one feeble person. The same hand that loosened the taskmaster’s grip will steady your trembling knees. The same voice that commanded Pharaoh to let His people go will speak the word of deliverance for you.
And think for a moment what it means that He brings His own out of Egypt. They did not merely escape, they came forth laden with treasure, enriched by the very people who had oppressed them. So it is often with our trials. God turns the curse into a blessing, the bitter plot into a sweet providence. The more the enemy afflicts, the more God causes us to multiply in grace. Your weariness is not wasted, your pain is not pointless, and your prayers are not going unheard. When you are brought through this, and you will be brought through, you will find you have gained something you could not have gotten any other way: a deeper hold on Christ, a nearer view of His face, and perhaps the very answer you crave shining like a jewel in your hand.
Now, about your children, that ache is one I know well. You long to see them walking in the light, to have them taste and see that the Lord is good. You cannot force the door of their hearts, but you can do what the Shunammite woman did when her child lay still and cold: you can set them before the Lord and say, “It is well.” It is well, not because you see the end yet, but because you have a faithful God who hears. He knows how to draw the young heart, how to send an arrow of conviction or a dawning of love that no earthly reasoning could accomplish. Keep them before Him; keep speaking His name in their hearing as naturally as you speak of the weather. The gospel is milk and wine for their souls, ready and waiting. And when the miracle comes, and oh, I believe it will, they will see that Christ is real and that He works in the lives of those who call upon Him.
Now, let me point you to a well in the desert, for I can see you are thirsty. This Bible of ours, this book of promises, is a full cistern that never runs dry. When your spirit is faint, dip in your bucket. Find a promise, one will do, and feed on it. “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” “The Lord is my strength and my shield.” “Call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.” These are not idle words; they are the sworn pledges of the living God. And Christ Himself is the deep fountain underneath them all. Go straight to Him when the pain is heaviest. Do not try to pray long or fine; just look, look at Him as He hung upon the tree for you, look at Him as He rose for you, look at Him as He sits at the Father’s right hand interceding for you. There is life in a look.
I know you are tired of the battle, but you shall yet take down your harp from the willows and sing a song of deliverance. The Lord has His way in the whirlwind; the clouds are the dust of His feet. He can send the letter today, heal the body now, stop the mouth of the adversary in a moment. And even if He calls you to wait a little longer, He will not let you sink. You are like a ship in deep water, the dark green swell may lift you to the very heavens and then drop you to the depths, but the Pilot is on board. He has never lost a passenger, and He never will.
So do not give up. Do not cast away your confidence, which has a great recompense of reward. The Lord is bringing you forth, and you shall not come out poor and feeble, but laden with silver and gold, and with a song in your mouth. Your children shall see it, and they shall know that the Lord is God.
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Lord Jesus, we come to You just as we are, worn, sorely tried, in pain, yet clinging to Your feet. This dear soul is like a bruised reed, and we ask You not to break them but to bind them up. Speak a word of peace into this storm. Let the letter come, let justice roll down, let health spring forth speedily. Turn the enemy’s counsel upside down, and make even this trial work for good. Most of all, draw these children to Yourself; let them see that You are real, that You are good, and that there is no life apart from You. Cover this household with Your precious blood, keep far from them every evil thing, and let them feel tonight that underneath are the everlasting arms. Give sleep to the weary eyes, hope to the aching heart, and soon the shout of deliverance. In Your name, beloved Lord Jesus, Amen.
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. 
