My God, I have never thanked Thee for my 'thorn!' I have thanked Thee a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my 'thorn;' I have been looking forward to a world where I shall get compensation for my cross as itself a present glory. Teach me the glory of my cross; teach me the value of my 'thorn. ' Show me that I have climbed to Thee by the path of pain. Show me that my tears have made my rainbow.
If we have the opportunity to be generous with our hearts, ourselves, we have no idea of the depth and breadth of love's reach.