My Dear God

Dear God,

I have never thanked You for my thorns. I have thanked you a thousand times for my roses, but not once for my thorns. I have always looked forward to the place where I will be rewarded for my cross, but I have never thought of my cross as a present glory itself.

Teach me, O Lord, to glory in my cross. Teach me to value of my thorns. Show me how I have climbed to You through the path of pain. Show me it is through my tears I have seen my rainbows...

Nell c",)