Isis' Message of the Day -
"Thanksgiving is based on the premise that living
a life of appreciation and gratefulness leads to having more to be thankful for. We have the ability to create blessings in
our lives through the power of our minds and the choices we make."
~ Sir John Templeton ~
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"Whoever willingly thanks God becomes rich himself."
~
Albert Schweitzer ~
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During this Thanksgiving Season let us all give
thanks for the loved ones in our lives. And for those who are giving of themselves to help us on our path to ascension. I
give thanks for each and every one of you who have chosen to join me on this journey.
I AM ISIS a "Spiritual Warrior of the Light."
In my hand I hold the Sword of Truth.
~ Lady of the Light ~
The Blessing of Thorns
Sandra felt as low as the heels of her shoes
as she pushed against a November gust and the florist shop door. Her life had been easy, like a spring breeze. Then in the
fourth month of her second pregnancy, a minor automobile accident stole that from her.
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 for the holiday.
Then 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
aloud. 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."
Just then the shop 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 and she left with
her order.
"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 Bouquet."
"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 the good things in my life and never questioned the good things that happened
to me, but when bad stuff hit, did I ever ask questions! 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 man.
"My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving
Special....12 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 got 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 I
decided to label each one for a specific "problem" and give thanks or 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. "It's all too...fresh."
"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 out.
"I hoped you would," said the clerk gently. "I'll
have them ready in a minute."
"Thank you. What do I owe you?"
"Nothing" said the clerk. "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 rainbows look much more brilliant."
As we reflect upon this season, a time for giving
thanks and being appreciative of so many good things, Praise Him for your roses; thank him for your thorns!
~Author Unknown~