The Basil, Parsley, and Chives are sprouting on our kitchen windowsill. Always a happy surprise to see the little green shoots rising out of plain old dirt.
Somehow the passage from Isaiah popped into my head this morning as I looked at those delicate stems: "A bruised reed He will not break, nor a smoldering wick He will not snuff out"
When you see the fragile beginnings of any life it makes you more gentle. The life of the soul is no exception, I suppose. How exquisitely kind and gentle God must be with our fragile Faith. He delights in every success over selfishness, every humble act. Our lives of faith are so fragile...like bruised reeds on the battleground of spiritual warfare. Jesus coaxes life from them and protects them from harm if we let him.
It is we, ourselves, who trample roughly on ourselves and others sometimes..demanding things from ourselves and others that cannot be done or given....without Him. We have to admit our fragility and place it in his gentleness.
He looks after these tiny little Basil plants. He will certainly look after us. Oh we of little faith!