Isn't it funny how, looking back, everything -triumph or tragedy- has lead you to this precise point in your life...this amazing moment in time?
For me, the evident blessings have been wonderful & much appreciated, but it's the thorns along the way that have really gotten me here. Whether they were the tiny thorns that lightly grazed my finger without breaking the skin or the giant ones that gashed open my flesh spilling blood and taking more stitches & time than I'd liked to scar and heal, they've all done their part.
In my most critical moments of heartache, I've cried out 'why' countless nights. At the time, I couldn't understand why this or that friend turned her back on me without warning or reason, why this or that relationship went to hell, why this or that job didn't work out how I'd wanted, why they had to die so soon, etc. The 'whys,' the 'it's not fairs,' & the 'I don't understands' ate away at me for some time...BUT time and patience brings so many answers.
When I look back at the circumstances that hurt my feelings or totally disappointed me, I see each new blessing that came as a result of the hurt. Had I not endured the pain, I never would have gotten these new blessings, new oppurtunities to meet him, to meet them, to work here, to do this or that. I would have missed out on so much if the thorns hadn't been on my path and led me here. As much as they cut me & made me bleed, I wouldn't trade even one. I'm so much stronger, I know what I want out of friendships & relationships, and certainly what I don't want. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. How thankful I am for my thorns.
People will reap what they sow, get what they give- don't worry about them. Thank God for them & for what they taught you. Everything happens for a reason- even the tragedies of life. Thank Him for your thorns & don't worry about the 'whys' anymore. There will be an answer in the future- whether in this life or the next.
Here are the lyrics to one of my favorite powerful songs by Nichole Nordeman...guess what the name of it is....
"WHY" Nichole Nordeman
We rode into town the other day
Just me and my Daddy
He said I'd finally reached that age
And I could ride next to him on a horse
That of course was not quite as wide
We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man
That my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in his eyes
So I said "Daddy, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?
I'll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows
Daddy, please can't you do something?
He looks as though He's gonna cry
You said he was stronger than all of those guys
Daddy, please tell me why
Why does everyone want him to die?"
Later that day the sky grew cloudy
And Daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy
Boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross
And it said, "Father, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for My robe?
This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows
Father, please can't You do something?
I know that You must hear My cry
I thought I could handle the cross of this size
Father, remind Me why
Why does everyone want Me to die?
When will I understand why?"
"My precious Son, I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe You in robes of My own
Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know
But this dark hour I must do nothing
Though I've heard Your unbearable cry
The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies
Soon You'll see past their unmerciful eyes
Look there below, see the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell You why
She is why You must die"
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