A Bruised Reed

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by: Carole L, Haines

“Here is my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen one in whom I delight;
I will put my Spirit on him, and he will bring justice to the nations.
2 He will not shout or cry out or raise his voice in the streets.
3 A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring forth justice.
4 He will not falter or be discouraged till he establishes justice on earth.
    In his teaching the islands will put their hope.”  (Isaiah 42:1-4) 

I walked past one of my many hanging plants this morning and found a wilted shoot. It’s a Spider plant, and I had just recently transplanted it into a bigger pot, with better soil. Amid all the upheaval of helping this plant, I had unwittingly severed one of its shoots, and now this little shoot was dying. I gently lifted this little shoot and place it in a glass vase filled with water. This vase is pictured above. I don’t know the hearts of most people, perhaps some would have just pulled it off and thrown it away, but I simply could not do that. I have a real tenderness toward the broken in life. Life has bruised and broken me quite a bit and it has made me much more aware of those who are hurting around me. 

God’s heart is like that. In the Isaiah 42, we see the Heart of Jesus through this prophecy about Him. A Bruised reed He will not break, a smoldering wick He will not snuff out. God put that compassion in me through suffering.  I was prideful and arrogant when I was younger, my way WAS the highway. But being battered, bruised and broken along the journey has greatly humbled and softened me. God tells us our suffering will not be wasted, He uses ever teardrop, every cry of the soul, every broken-hearted event in our lives. 

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 4 who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. 5 For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ. (2 Corinthians 1:3-5)  

O how I love the heart of God, He corrects us, softens us, molding us into the image of His Precious Son. He has saved this bruised reed. He has kindled a fire in this smoldering wick. Praises be raised for the compassionate and tender heart of God.

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