Isaiah 42:1, 3
A bruised reed he will not break,
and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.
which hope we have as an anchor of the soul.
As an anchor holds the ship
when the storms are raging,
so this hope holds the soul steadfast.
Does your heart long for the calm and tranquility of a quiet and glassy sea; for the howling winds to be silent and pounding waves to be still? On this ragged coast you stand, like a quivering reed that trembles with shuddering fear. You heart wonders why He has brought you here, to this time and to this place. It takes all your strength just to stand in this wild place of tempest and storm. You pray and plead asking Him to meet your need. Yet the words that He does speak are not the ones you did seek. He tells you that in this life there will be pain and yes, that is part of why He came. But redemption is an eternal plan given to all fallen man. Our hope does stand in that there’ll be a final resurrection that we’ll see. You will stand on heaven’s shore, where wind and waves will rock no more.