He will not brawl or cry out, his voice is not heard in the streets, he will not break the crushed reed, or snuff the faltering wick.
The second part about not breaking the crushed reed or quenching the smoldering wick is for me a message so full of hope. Others may bail out on me, I may even be too harsh on myself, but there is certainly one who loves me as I am, warts and all, Jesus. It is this experience of His pure and gratuitous love that, after a long journey of self-acceptance, gives me a desire, first just to hang on, then to graciously dance in the storm.
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