Broken and Smoking

[Christ4Ever]

A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench. (Isaiah 42:3)​

Then I may reckon upon tender treatment from my Lord. Indeed, I feel myself to be at best as weak, as pliant, as worthless as a reed. Someone said, “I don’t care a rush for you”; and the speech, though unkind, was not untrue. Alas! I am worse than a reed when it grows by the river, for that at least can hold up its head. I am bruised—sorely, sadly bruised. There is no music in me now; there is a rift which lets out all the melody. Ah, me! Yet Jesus will not break me; and if He will not, then I mind little what others try to do. O sweet and compassionate Lord, I nestle down beneath Thy protection and forget my bruises!

Truly I am also fit to be likened to “the smoking flax,” whose light is gone, and only its smoke remains. I fear I am rather a nuisance than a benefit. My fears tell me that the devil has blown out my light and left me an obnoxious smoke, and that my Lord will soon put an extinguisher upon one. Yet I perceive that though there were snuffers under the law, there were no extinguishers, and Jesus will not quench me; therefore, I am hopeful. Lord, kindle me anew and cause me to shine forth to Thy glory and to the extolling of Thy tenderness.

Charles Spurgeon

 

[rag4acrown1]

Greetings in Jesus,
Praise the Lord my brother, I know this feeling all too well.
I could see me in all my pathetic brokeness, as though it is what my Lord sees while looking upon me. My tears burning my face and such sorrow for my son, I almost cant see his face anymore. It has been so long since they have locked him away. My weeping, my anger, my tears shall fall forever?; and yet broken, a vow I made with my Lord, that is my duty to fulfill.
Broken and weary i push on, yet so very heavy, however determination has struck me again.
Yesterday I stood up, and put my Jesus on; I know not how or where to go, but go forth I must. I welcome death, for it seems that all my life has been as dust. My heart is faint and my hair going gray, my only begotten locked away. God has not forsaken me, and remembers my prayers, and push on i must or be condemned in my despair.
In Him, by Him, for Him...
the struggle is real. God is still setting up camp in my heart, it still glows from the flame that was once there. Ignite me Lord, for your ministers are a flaming fire.
As the reed would seem to have more use than I, but God forsake me not, and turn not your face from me. Uphold me Lord, lift me up, for I know you are able. Praise God.
It has been a long fall, and the climb will be worse then the first. But if they couldnt receive me then; what will be my fate now?
All praise, glory, and honor be to God. Amen

 

[Christ4Ever]

Greetings in Jesus,
Praise the Lord my brother, I know this feeling all too well.
I could see me in all my pathetic brokeness, as though it is what my Lord sees while looking upon me. My tears burning my face and such sorrow for my son, I almost cant see his face anymore. It has been so long since they have locked him away. My weeping, my anger, my tears shall fall forever?; and yet broken, a vow I made with my Lord, that is my duty to fulfill.
Broken and weary i push on, yet so very heavy, however determination has struck me again.
Yesterday I stood up, and put my Jesus on; I know not how or where to go, but go forth I must. I welcome death, for it seems that all my life has been as dust. My heart is faint and my hair going gray, my only begotten locked away. God has not forsaken me, and remembers my prayers, and push on i must or be condemned in my despair.
In Him, by Him, for Him...
the struggle is real. God is still setting up camp in my heart, it still glows from the flame that was once there. Ignite me Lord, for your ministers are a flaming fire.
As the reed would seem to have more use than I, but God forsake me not, and turn not your face from me. Uphold me Lord, lift me up, for I know you are able. Praise God.
It has been a long fall, and the climb will be worse then the first. But if they couldnt receive me then; what will be my fate now?
All praise, glory, and honor be to God. Amen

Thank-you for you words, which touch my Spirit as a Poem dear Sister.
The hard life you are now living, will all the more one day be reason for rejoicing in the Holy name of Jesus.
My heart and prayers go out Heavenward for you, that you might have respite with no loss of glory upon glory.
In the name of Jesus. Amen!

YBIC
Nick
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[PloughBoy]

There is noting like the fragrance of a broken rose, crush by God. These words are “anthropomorphic ”

 

[Christ4Ever]

There is noting like the fragrance of a broken rose, crush by God. These words are “anthropomorphic ”❤

Wonderfully said brother!

 

[rag4acrown1]

There is noting like the fragrance of a broken rose, crush by God. These words are “anthropomorphic ”❤

Yeah...i had to look that one up. Lol. Bless you