A Thorn can be a Blessing

Posted On December 29, 2009

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I found this poem today, and just had to share it.  I’m sure that I have shared before that, without my physical limitations I know Jesus would not be my treasure!  That’s a hard thing to say sometimes — I don’t enjoy the constant pain, the intense fatigue that doesn’t lift by rest or sleep, the constant vigilance needed just to breathe correctly.

However, I KNOW that I NEED God; there is not a sense of “I can do ____ myself” because I really can’t.  That is a tremendous gift of a God who loves me supremely.  I want to display His faithfulness, His mercy, His glory to a world in darkness.  That’s why I am here.  That’s why I am still alive.  Not so that people will see me and all I do, but so that people will see Christ, and what He has done.

The Thorn
(a “mendicant” is a beggar)

I stood a mendicant of God before His royal throne
And begged him for one priceless gift, which I could call my own.
I took the gift from out His hand, but as I would depart
I cried, “But Lord this is a thorn and it has pierced my heart.
This is a strange, a hurtful gift, which Thou hast given me.”
He said, “My child, I give good gifts and gave My best to thee.”
I took it home and though at first the cruel thorn hurt sore,
As long years passed I learned at last to love it more and more.
I learned He never gives a thorn without this added grace,
He takes the thorn to pin aside the veil which hides His face.

–Martha Snell Nicholson

This woman suffered from four different incurable diseases.  She was bed-ridden for decades, but she loved her Savior and savored each moment of life she was given.  Her poetry is so comforting and challenging to me!

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