Wounds might be self-inflicted. Stress may be self-induced. Pressure can almost crush. Yes, others may traumatize us. Yet the way the Servant of Yahweh so delicately deals with the half-fractured and fragile, brings purpose and meaning to all battering rams and remarks.

You’re bruised, badly crushed! You’re gutted, deeply hurt! You’re through, nearly spent! You’re burst, half-exhausted! Loud sighs, weary gasps! Quite dark, pretty bleak! You’re convinced that one more stress will be the straw that breaks your camel-back! You tremble as your pray: ‘Lord, please act quick, you know I’m heading for burn-out!’

But, just as the flame of your resistance starts to wane, two huge and friendly hands draw comfortingly close to cheer and cup your heart: storms almost killed your torch, but now two lips purse as they exhale to shield and soothe.

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