Reflect
In Isaiah 42:3 we read, “A bruised reed he will not break, and a dimly burning wick he will not quench.” These beautiful, clear images carry deep emotional weight. We are the bruised reeds. We are the struggling wicks.
Pray
God, there is not one among us
who has not been hurt.
We’re bent by sorrows and wounds,
disappointment and regret.
Sometimes we feel so small, and yet.
Yet.
You surround us with tenderness
even in our pain, even in our moments
of feeling diminished.
With you, we will remain strong,
in spite of our hurts, and grow.
Our flames will flutter dimly in the wind,
and then brighten as they rise.
Act
Today, imagine God’s grace around you as the same breath of love that surrounded the prophet Isaiah’s reed and wick. Feel how gentle it is.
