Thankful for the Thorns

I am humbled and thankful for the rough spots and metaphorical 'thorns' I have encountered over the past few years. They have pricked me and made me bleed. Only one can heal the scars that have torn the flesh of my spirit. It is so true, sometimes God knocks you to your knees so you are in the perfect position to pray. I've just been too stubborn and prideful to stop and give it ALL to God. I've been such a vain fool over the years to think I could handle all that life threw at me on my own. I know now, I can not. Nor do I want to shoulder the burdens anymore on my own. So many times, I would get on here and blog about how I was overwhelmed with life. How I felt as if I were drowning and just couldn't pierce the waters surface to get the much needed breath of air. The entire time, I had help...just waiting for me to stretch out my hand and take it. I'm so thankful because without these thorns, I might not have ever been able to just stop and truly smell the roses.