Paul and His Thorn

I wrote this post before we moved from Carlisle, PA to Altus, OK. I hope you don’t mind my sharing this now.

I sense that I am being prayed for and interceded for. My soul has risen out of the darkness I was feeling just a few days ago; and, instead, I am experiencing immense joy and gratefulness for the trials God has allowed into my life. They are a constant reminder of His grace and mercy. God’s faithfulness is beyond measure.

Thank you for your prayers and kind words. They have been a great encouragement to me.

Here is the post I wrote about two weeks before we moved.

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I am preparing for another move.

I opened a drawer this morning in my husband’s nightstand only to find that the ziplocks I had filled during our previous move, were never emptied of its contents. I chuckled to myself, thinking, “Sometimes we just never get unpacked.”

Which led me to think of Paul and the thorn in his side, the one that God never removed. We all have thorns. We are all broken. And, we will all have “things” in our life that will never get unpacked.

My thoughts then led me to an hour ago when I greeted a workman at the door, the one here to disassemble our trampoline. The one my husband hired over the phone. The one who is here to help in my husband’s absence.

He shows up tattered jeans, tattered t-shirt, long hair pulled back in a bandana. His colleague at his side. I couldn’t help but notice a long scar on his arm hiding albeit a story all its own.

They are outside right now taking down the trampoline. They went right to work.

I will admit, for a moment, I was surprised by what I saw on the other side of the door. For a split second I paused before shaking their hands in greeting. I met their eyes, introduced myself, introduced them to my dog who proceeded to happily take full advantage of a scratch behind the ear from the one with the scar on his arm. And, I reminded myself that I would need to have a talk with my 7-year-old about opening the door to strangers.

But, I did meet their eyes. I did grasp their hands fully for a confident shake. I did commit them to taking down my trampoline.

“We will get right to work, ma’am, and let you know when we are done.”

We are all broken. We all bear scars that have stories. We are all never fully unpacked.

I am so grateful that God continues to humble me and to teach me this lesson. Outside appearances can be so deceiving.

God is still working on you and me and the guy in my back yard taking down my trampoline.

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On behalf of this man I will boast, but on my own behalf I will not boast, except of my weaknesses— though if I should wish to boast, I would not be a fool, for I would be speaking the truth; but I refrain from it, so that no one may think more of me than he sees in me or hears from me. So to keep me from becoming conceited because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from becoming conceited. Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:5-10)

purposed for  humility,

jana

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2 thoughts on “Paul and His Thorn

  1. Jana, please continue to obey your calling! I don’t read every post but the ones I do, God is clearly guiding me to. While I am faithful to acknowledge kindnesses, others are not called to respond in my way; instead, they may read God’s words on your blog and be refreshed, renewed, healed in some way you may never know. God is surely with you and working through you. Thank you for being faithful to his calling.

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