“a bruised reed he will not break, and a faintly burning wick he will not quench; he will faithfully bring forth justice”
Have you ever seen reeds at the edge of a river? They’re beautiful; standing tall and strong. This is because they’re near their life’s source, the water, which they soak up, through their hollow, drinking straw-like stem.
Drinking continually from the river keeps them strong from the inside out.
Sometimes big clumsy feet come along; perhaps the wading boots of a fisherman or even the hooves of cattle, and they trample carelessly on those reeds.
The reed that, a few moments ago, was standing tall and sturdy is now bent, bowed and bruised.
A Bruised Reed
Are you a bruised reed? Are you in a place in life at the moment where you feel you can’t take much more?
Have you been bruised by disappointment…
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