Thorns, Knees, and Grace


"Hang on a sec. I have to get my knee going," I said to my husband as we eased out of the car after grocery shopping.

I have committed to taking a walk everyday. I enjoy the brisk air announcing the long-awaited arrival of autumn. I have a queue full of interesting podcast episodes and varied routes plotted, depending on the length of walk I want to take. What I don't have, is a cooperative right knee. It barks at me. Once I take a few steps, it chills out and calms down, waiting to attack again once I sit. I find that if I just keep going, the pain relents and movement returns.

I think about the apostle Paul and his “thorn in the flesh” (2 Corinthians 12:7–9). We don’t know what it was: physical? Emotional? Spiritual? We know it stayed with him, no matter how much he prayed for it to go away. He describes it as:

"a messenger of Satan to torment me, to keep me from being too elated."

Yeah... that tracks.

We each have our own thorns. Sometimes thorns live in our bodies; an uncooperative knee, an illness that lingers, a body that ages faster than we expected. Sometimes the thorns settle in our minds; the worry that hums beneath the surface, the memory that still aches. Sometimes they take shape in our relationships, our work, or our faith. Whatever form they take, they remind us that life is not free of pain or frustration.

The thorn isn't the whole story, though. Paul’s thorn taught him to rely on grace, to see that strength is often born from struggle. That’s true for us, too. The thorns don’t disqualify us from living fully; they invite us to live fuLLLy; to keep walking, and looking for the Light, Life, and Love walking with us. Our struggles remind us that God's power is perfected in our weakness, and keep us from thinking we've 'got this' all on our own.

Every step I take is a small act of defiance against giving up, a small act of faith that grace will be enough for today, and a reminder that any struggle I have is an opportunity to embrace God's strength instead of my own.

My wish for you this week, Reader, is that you’ll keep moving forward, whatever your thorn may be. May you find strength in persistence, gentleness in the struggle, and grace that steadies you with each step. That's the fiLLLed life.

Live a fiLLLed life,
Melissa

Discover more:
Melissa's Books
fiLLLed Life Blog
Free Resource Hub (Devotions, Meditations, Affirmations, Bible study tools, and more)
Resource Marketplace
fiLLLed: Deepen Your Spiritual Life

P.O. Box 414, Illiopolis, IL 62539
Unsubscribe · Preferences

Hi! I'm Melissa.

I help people to become grounded in their spiritual beliefs and practices, grow their self-awareness, and overcome difficult and uncomfortable situations and experiences.

Read more from Hi! I'm Melissa.
fiLLLed: more light, more Life, more Love. SPiritual and emotional resources for a fiLLLed life. And a chill pic of Melissa.

I saw a saying this past week that has stayed with me. I first saw it on a bumper sticker, then unbelievably, I heard it said on an episode of Shark Tank. (Ok, God, I see you...) Just a few simple words: Do good, be kind, share what you can. The wisdom and simplicity of it nestled in my heart. Good wisdom is like that. It doesn’t overwhelm us with rules or demand heroic effort. It slips in quietly, looks us in the eye, and asks something both beautifully clear to understand and surprisingly...

fiLLLed: more Light, more Life, more Love. Spiritual and emotional resources for a fiLLLed life.

This week I found myself in a conversation about the liturgical calendar; why we follow it, why we mark seasons like Advent, Epiphany, Lent, Easter, Pentecost, and even the long stretch of Ordinary Time. It can seem like a peculiar rhythm to people outside the church. But the more I think about it, the more convinced I am that the calendar is one of the best tools we have for faith formation. It shapes us slowly. It gives us language, patterns, and rituals that help us grow into the kind of...

fiLLLed: more Light, more Life, more Love. Spiritual and emotional resources for a fiLLLed life.

I stepped outside this morning and heard the crunch of leaves under my feet. The air still smelled like fall. You know that scent; a little earthy, sunny and brisk, and filled with the last notes of a season that is quickly slipping away. It feels almost impossible to imagine that by the weekend we will be staring at blowing snow and frigid temperatures. My mind has a hard time holding both realities at once. Fall all around me. Winter barreling toward me, not even asking for permission. Life...