Why the thorn?

Why the thorn?

Satan is a big coward. He won't even talk to me when I have my robe of righteousness on. Christ's love is like of force field. He just runs away.

No.

He only comes around when I'm down. When my mind is so caught up in the pain and frustration that I neglect to put my armor on. And I become consumed with my thorn.

Like Job, may I come before you so bold to ask a question?

Why the thorn Lord?
Why this thorn?
Why me? Why now? Why this?

A thorn pierces and that's exactly how I feel, pierced through. Cut to pieces.
Can't you take it away? I know you can, but you won't. You already told me.
Your grace is sufficient. Just like you told Paul, you tell me.

He had a thorn too.

What Lord? Are you speaking?
If so I'm listening. I don't want to miss this lesson, I don't want to waste this pain.

It's as though you're reminding me you put this thorn there- deliberately, intentionally not to harm ....but to protect.

How can a thorn protect? This thorn is a symbol of constant pain. A wounded warrior I am...

This thorn you say, is there intentionally, it's protecting you from wandering, it's protecting you from complacency, it's protecting you from self-harm- yes my child- self harm- harm to self. I see you child. I see the real you and I see the potential for self harm. This thorn as sharp as it is, is there to keep you close to me and that's what you really want- ME. All of me. Not an American version of me, or a version of me you developed on your own, but the real me---
The Great I AM.
Holy.
Exalted.
Loyal.
Loving.
Powerful.
Pure.
Sovereign.
Majestic
Beautiful.
All Consuming.
The only One Capable of Filling the hole in your heart
Me, Your Father

You asked why the thorn, well I can't fully answer you, you don't have the capacity to understand now; you will never fully understand until you arrive- in my kingdom- where the thorns grow no more...