“Jesus please help your child,” I pray, and the sickness does not vanish.
Why did I pray aloud? Now there are questions to answer.
Why doesn’t God take suffering away right away?
I don’t know, sweetie.
I stroke the little head with my hand, and pull him close to my breast.
I don’t know why He doesn’t answer immediately.
But God is not silent, either.
My hand running through the little one’s hair is part of His answer.
My lap, my compassion, my embrace- this is part of God’s answer to prayer.
He sends mother to comfort.
And dad brings home the bacon, and the coffee.
We are part of God’s answer in suffering.
This would be entirely too much weight if God did not help the helpers.
“Surely God is my help; the Lord the one who sustains me.” Psalm 54:4
Father, help your children who suffer today. And if we who pray are to be part of the help you send, help us help you help them. We are your children, and you our loving Father. Tend to us, Lord. Amen.