The Weakest Reed

There once was a lovely girl who was the delight of her parents. She was obedient almost to a fault. Often we wondered if she'd ever think for herself. When she finally did, one poor choice changed the entire direction of her life. As her father I watched helplessly as she struggled to overcome the odds. Her natural personality as an introvert became exaggerated. Fear took over and became her closest companion. Seldom did she smile and rarely would she leave the house. So we prayed. Night and day her mother and I lifted our daughter up to the Lord. She seemed broken beyond repair. I held tightly to a promise in Scripture and did my best to believe it. "He will not crush the weakest reed nor put out a flickering candle. He will bring justice to all who have been wronged." -Isaiah 42:3 This is her story. Our beautiful Laurel, the weakest reed.