Thank Him for the Thorns

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Posted by AK on November 21, 2001 at 21:04:26:

This is particularly relevant given our situations and the Thanksgiving holiday. It is a long, worthwhile read. Wishing you all a very Blessed Thanksgiving.

Thank Him For the Thorns

Sandra felt as low as the heels of her Birkenstocks as she pushed against a November gust and the
florist shop door. Her life had been easy, like spring breeze. Then in the fourth month of her
second pregnancy, a minor automobile accident stole her ease.

During this Thanksgiving week she would have delivered a son. She grieved over her loss. As if
that weren't enough, her husband's company threatened a transfer. Then her sister, whose holiday
visit she coveted, called saying she could not come. What's worse, Sandra's friend infuriated her
by suggesting her grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with
others who suffer.

"She has no idea what I'm feeling," thought Sandra with a shudder. Thanksgiving? Thankful for
what? She wondered. For a careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he rear-ended
her? For an airbag that saved her life but took that of her child?

"Good afternoon, can I help you?" The shop clerk's approach startled her.

"I....I need an arrangement," stammered Sandra.

"For Thanksgiving? Do you want beautiful but ordinary, or would you like to challenge the day
with a customer favorite I call the Thanksgiving "Special?" asked the shop clerk.
"I'm convinced that flowers tell stories," she continued. "Are you looking for something that
conveys 'gratitude' this Thanksgiving?"

"Not exactly!" Sandra blurted out. "In the last five months, everything that could go wrong has
gone wrong." Sandra regretted her outburst, and was surprised when the shop
clerk said, "I have the perfect arrangement for you."

Then the door's small bell rang, and the shop clerk said, "Hi, Barbara...let me get your order." She
politely excused herself and walked toward a small workroom, then quickly reappeared, carrying
an arrangement of greenery, bows, and long-stemmed thorny roses. Except the ends of the rose
stems were neatly snipped: there were no flowers.

"Want this in a box?" asked the clerk.

Sandra watched for the customer's response. Was this a joke? Who would want rose stems with
no flowers! She waited for laughter, but neither woman laughed.

"Yes, please," Barbara replied with an appreciative smile. "You'd think after three years of getting
the special, I wouldn't be so moved by its significance, but I can feel it right here, all over again."
She said as she gently tapped her chest.

"Uh," stammered Sandra, "that lady just left with, uh....she just left with no flowers!"

"Right, said the clerk, "I cut off the flowers. That's the Special. I call it the Thanksgiving Thorns

"Oh, come on, you can't tell me someone is willing to pay for that!" exclaimed Sandra.

"Barbara came into the shop three years ago feeling much like you feel today," explained the
clerk. "She thought she had very little to be thankful for. She had lost her father to cancer, the
family business was failing, her son was into drugs, and she was facing major surgery."

"That same year I had lost my husband," continued the clerk, "and for the first time in my life, had
just spent the holidays alone. I had no children, no husband, no family nearby, and too great a
debt to allow any travel."

"So what did you do?" asked Sandra.

"I learned to be thankful for thorns," answered the clerk quietly. "I've always thanked God for
good things in life and never to ask Him why those good things happened to me, but when bad
stuff hit, did I ever ask! It took time for me to learn that dark times are important. I have always
enjoyed the 'flowers' of life, but it took thorns to show me the beauty of God's comfort.

You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we're afflicted, and from His consolation
we learn to comfort others."

Sandra sucked in her breath as she thought about the very thing her friend had tried to tell her. "I
guess the truth is I don't want comfort. I've lost a baby and I'm angry with God."

Just then someone else walked in the shop. "Hey, Phil!" shouted the clerk to the balding, rotund

"My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving arrangement...twelve thorny, long-stemmed
stems!" laughed Phil as the clerk handed him a tissue-wrapped arrangement from the refrigerator.

"Those are for your wife?" asked Sandra incredulously. "Do you mind me asking why she wants
something that looks like that?"

"No...I'm glad you asked," Phil replied. "Four years ago my wife and I nearly divorced. After forty
years, we were in a real mess, but with the Lord's grace and guidance, we slogged through
problem after problem. He rescued our marriage. Jenny here (the clerk) told me she kept a vase of
rose stems to remind her of what she learned from "thorny" times, and that was good enough for
me. I took home some of those stems. My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific
"problem" and give thanks for what that problem taught us."

As Phil paid the clerk, he said to Sandra, "I highly recommend the Special!"

"I don't know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life." Sandra said to the clerk. "It's all

"Well," the clerk replied carefully, "my experience has shown me that thorns make roses more
precious. We treasure God's providential care more during trouble than at any other time.
Remember, it was a crown of thorns that Jesus wore so we might know His love. Don't resent the
thorns." Tears rolled down Sandra's cheeks. For the first time since the accident, she loosened her
grip on resentment. "I'll take those twelve long-stemmed thorns, please," she managed to choke

"I hoped you would," said the clerk gently. "I'll have them ready in a minute."

"Thank you. What do I owe you?"

"Nothing. Nothing but a promise to allow God to heal your heart. The first year's arrangement is
always on me." The clerk smiled and handed a card to Sandra. "I'll attach this card to your
arrangement, but maybe you would like to read it first."

It read: My God, I have never thanked You for my thorns. I have thanked You a thousand times
for my roses, but never once for my thorns. Teach me the glory of the cross I bear; teach me the
value of my thorns. Show me that I have climbed closer to You along the path of pain. Show me
that, through my tears, the colors of Your rainbow look much more brilliant."

Praise Him for your roses, thank him for your thorns.

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