I have become good friends with my fellow captives from the Bible.
Joseph, David, Jeremiah, Jonah, and of course, Job.
I can relate to their frustration, their questions, and their bruised hearts. I, too, have days where I bruise my heart against the stone walls of my captivity; the squandering of my life. It is hard not to question a God of Justice when I look at my chains.
My heart has learned to “hold it’s peace” (most days) as I review my life in this vineyard barren of fruit and dreams, but there are those days (you know the ones) when my heart wails, and my mind rails.
When the injustice of it all overwhelms my hold on a quiet patience.
My mind begins to search for an answer to all this waste… and my heart?
It bruises itself against the stones and iron bars longing for freedom and fulfillment. The dam of passions breaks, and out pours my distress, bewilderment, and yes, my anger with men and God. The only thing that keeps my faith alive on days like this is my belief in a God who cannot lie.
I look to a Heavenly Abba and take refuge in:
A bruised reed He will not break…
My tiny flame of faith finds fresh fuel in:
And smoking flax He will not quench…
And my bruised heart finds its necessary hope in the words:
He will bring forth justice for truth.
There is rest for the restless here; hope for the heartaches, and finally… peace.
The DREAM~MAKER’S Promise:
A bruised reed He will not break, and smoking flax He will not quench; He will bring forth justice for truth. Isaiah 42:3 NKJV
A Caterpillar’s Prayer:
Abba (Papa) you see all my internal struggles. All my outward expressions of frustration; the battles I fight within and without. Please help me today to internalize the peace of Your promise while externalizing the expressions of Your love and light to the ones in my life who need me. Help me… not to look at the walls that surround me, but rather to look up, and focus on Your love and faithful promises, that will see me through another day of frustration in this vineyard.