"A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench..." ~ Isaiah 42:3aSometimes when our suffering is so intense, words from well-meaning friends are like rude bits jerked into our mouths. Our friends want so much to help, they force words of "comfort" upon us. They quote Scripture verses which tell of God's ability to comfort in time of need and although we try to follow them, we are soon using up more of our waning energy trying to control our rising desire to cry out, "Go away and leave me alone!"
I [Eugenia Price, the author] once heard a woman shout, "Just let me cry in peace please!" People, too often, "break the bruised reed" by trying to straighten it out. They want to help, but they end up, jerking cheerfully at the already bruised heart, only to bruise more deeply.
Job's well-meaning "religious" friends almost added insanity to his pile of troubles, by their feverish attempts to explain his suffering. God never does this.
God never wastes time with explanations and He always knows when to speak and when to be silent. Perhaps right now, you need only to be held in His arms. Remember they are "everlasting arms" so they are always underneath to hold you. He knows you so well, He will never do the wrong thing.
"A bruised reed shall he not break and the smoking flax shall he not quench..."