"A bruised reed He will not break,
and a dimly burning wick He will not quench;
He will bring forth justice in truth."
The tiny shoots pushing through the black earth lean towards the light and warmth of the sun.
They remind me of Father's gentleness with me, His precious child,
and all of us broken sinners who have turned to Jesus, recognizing a need for a Savior.
Don't we as moms also wrap our arms safely around our new babes,
born so tiny and helpless.
Our hands cradle their newly formed heads against the beating of our hearts.
Our hearts united in the language of love.
He is love.
And loves us beyond measure, beyond our understanding.
In ways we can't comprehend or always see.
But, know this my friend,
We are accepted and loved by Him.