I love roses. Any color, any size, any rose. From the time I see one budding to the unfolding of the petals that seem to be opening to praise God, I love them. There is one thing I don’t love about them, though; the thorns.
While reading my little devotional recently, I ran across a little story about a man named George Matheson. Like most of you, I don’t know him. I understand he was a blind preacher in Scotland. He was overheard one day telling God that he had thanked Him thousands of times for all the blessings and answered prayers and protection and all that God had done that made him happy – the things he considered ‘roses’ in his life, but at no time did he thank God for the thorns.
He said he was looking forward to a world where he would be compensated for the cross he bore here on earth, but he never thought of his cross as a present glory from God. He prayed for God to show him the glory of his cross and the value of his thorn. He prayed for God to show him how he climbed to God through the pathway of his pain and how his tears had made his rainbows.
There are many times I have asked God, “Why?” I thought I could never thank Him for the depression or the anxiety or my constant failures. I thought the low opinion I had for myself could never be used for good in God’s Kingdom. I thought I could bear it as He asked me to, but never be truly thankful.
God has miraculously brought me to the place where I can see that He is always faithful and has been my Guide each and every day of my life. He knows every detail about me and the path necessary for me – the path that has led me to know Him in a way I am thoroughly convinced I would never know Him as I do without the pain – without the thorns.
Today I can thank Him for all the pain I have endured, my learning disabilities, my past depression, my past agoraphobia, and even my present anxieties and shortcomings because they keep me connected to Him by reminding me each and every day that I need Him more than I need to take my next breath. How easily I forget sometimes when the thorn is not with me.
The truth is I wish it did not take things that are difficult or painful or sad to make me connect to Him, but He knows how we are as humans. I have others ask me, “Why?” as often as I asked. I do not peddle easy answers to difficult questions, but I always say, “Make your pain your pathway to God.” He will be our Everything in everything.
God leads us down every path of our lives and is with us always. His Name is Emmanuel.
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While talking to a friend one day about the abundance and faithfulness of God, she said, “Yeah, I prayed for a coat and received FIVE.” She did not pray for five, but God is good. I chuckled as I remembered once I prayed for shoes and then it seemed I had more than I could count. I shared my over abundance of shoes with others I knew did not have any. Yes, I think God is a God of abundant supply and we cannot out give God, so I give and God gives. “The Lord is our Shepherd, we will not lack.” Psalm 23.1
Sometimes I think I have more challenges than I can handle and I frequently wonder why difficult things happen. I do not think I am alone in wondering.
Elephants are one of my favorite animals. I think they are beautiful and amazing creatures. I understand ‘elephants never forget.’ Exactly what do they never forget? Apparently they never forget most things in their up-to 60 year lifespan. Their memory is their key to survival.
I understand that is was President Harry Truman that signed a bill into law in 1952 making the National Day of Prayer for America an annual event on the first Thursday of May, encouraging millions across our nation to unite together to pray.
A little boy born with Down syndrome attended his third-grade Sunday School class faithfully each week. As you can expect, the other children did not readily accept the boy because he seemed different.
Good Friday is here again. Seems like just yesterday, we had ashes placed on our foreheads for the start of the Lenten season. Now, we come to the time to continue to remember what our Savior did for us so many years ago and all this means today.
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It’s easy to forget. Sometimes it’s great to forget. Great to forget difficult moments in life, accidents that were devastating, job loss, hurtful words, times we thought we’d never make it through, and more. Sometimes we forget so we can remember only the good things in life.
I have read the entire Bible many times. It seems I miss a lot though. One day, while driving, I listened to a minister preaching about the Spirit of God. He mentioned a verse in Romans – 8.11 to be exact – that I have read many times. The verse states “….and if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you….” Either another translation or the minister emphasized this verse to say ‘the same Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead is at work in me.’ The Words hit me like a ton of bricks. I never noticed these words this way the many times I read my Bible.