Livin’ on His Edge
Its a good place to be.
“A bruised reed he will not break.”
A reed is fragile to begin with. Yet in a field there are those select reeds that have been trampled and worn. To the strong reed the wind brushes by, careless. But for the worn reed, each wind is catastophic. The bruised reed teeters between life and death with each blowing breeze.
Like a record these few words have been playing in my head. The prophecy is taken from Isaiah, repeated in Matthew; that his Servant will come and he will be like a lamb to the slaughter. Tender and compassionate, and “a bruised reed he will not break.”
Jesus is Yahweh. The mighty God who sits on the throne….yet he is compassionate. While he inflicts testing…he does not overwhelm.
The enigma? The all-knowing God, who has placed each grain of sand safely on earth, bends with me. With each teeter and twist the Lord’s heart skips a beat with me. Why? Why weep at Lazarus’ grave? The stone will be rolled away.
But thats what a tender Father does. His heart clutches with every breeze.
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
How he loves me so.
