My dear Lord and Master, I have a thorn. I have many thorns.
Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from 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 about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:7-10)
My dear Lord and Master, I have a thorn. I have many thorns. I have huge ones and smaller ones. Thanks to your amazing grace and endless love, today I have less thorns than yesterday. Yesterday I had less thorns than the day before. Still I have so many they will never, ever disappear. They hold me, hurt me, and almost kill me. No matter how hard I try, I’m losing this game again and I’m broken. I sin in your personal presence and no matter how hard I try to hide, you search for me and you look at me and you know me. My God, please forgive me. Please help me. Please let your light shine in my heart, and not the shadows of my sins. Please strengthen me, protect and shelter me. Be my shield against the attack of my thorns. I set all my hopes in you, because you are the only one who can deliver relief. May I realize your power here and now, may I rejoice in your planetary enterprise, may I forget about my weakness and be with you forever and ever. Thank you that you love me and don’t forget about me. Let my weakness be my consolation. Let your grace be my strength. I thank you for turning my sorrow into a passageway to life. You can transform what I find hardest into what is best for me. Blessed be your glorious name that a way out through sin and destruction is offered for me. Blessed be your glorious name that you have created the only escape from all evil. Amen.