An Abundance of Precious Promises

“Let me go to the fields and pick up the leftover grain.”  Ruth 2:2

Downcast and troubled Christian, come and glean today in the broad field of promise.  
Here is an abundance of precious promises which exactly meet your needs.  

Take this one:   

“A bruised reed He will not break, and a smoldering wick He will not snuff out.”  Isaiah 42:3, Matthew 12:20

Doesn't that suit your situation?  

A reed, helpless, insignificant, and weak, a bruised reed, out of which no music can come; weaker than weakness itself; a reed, and that reed bruised, yet, He will not break you; 

on the contrary, He will restore and strengthen you.  

You are like the smoldering wick: no light or warmth can come from you; but He will not quench you; 

He will blow with His sweet breath of mercy until He fans you to a flame.  

Won’t you pick up some grain?    

“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”  
Matthew 11:28

What soft words! Your heart is tender, and the Master knows it, and therefore He speaks so gently to you.  Won’t you obey Him, and come to Him even now?  

Take more grain:    

“Do not be afraid, O worm Jacob, O little Israel, for I myself will help you, ‘ declares the LORD, your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel.”  Isaiah 41:14

How can you fear with such a wonderful assurance as this?  You may pick up a ton of golden grain like this!  

“I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins are like the morning mist.”   Isaiah 44:22

Or this,   

“Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”  Isaiah 1:18

Or this, 

“The Spirit and the bride say, ‘Come!’ And let him who hears say, ‘Come!’ Whoever is thirsty, let him come; whoever wishes, let him take the free gift of the water of life.”  Revelation 22:17
  
Our Master’s field is very rich; behold the handfuls.  

See, there they lie before you, poor timid believer!  

Pick them up, make them your own, for Jesus bids you to take them. 

Don’t be afraid, only believe!  

Grasp these sweet promises, thresh them out by meditation and feed on them with joy.

Morning and Evening, August 1, morning, by Charles H. Spurgeon, page 428