My life hasn’t been a bed of roses.
What an odd statement. It’s supposed to mean that I haven’t lived a life without snags and hurt. However, think of an actual bed of roses. Doesn’t it have both thorns and flowers?
My aunt grew roses for years. I lived with her for almost a year when I was in middle school and my family was falling apart. I remember her telling me not to run through her rose garden. She had other acres that unfolded in wide open fields. I could run there.
But I didn’t want to.
I only wanted to run through the rose garden, brushing my fingertips across all the velvety blooms showering petals all around.
As if I could carve a new place in this world lined with beauty and void of adult words like divorce, rejection, and hate … I wanted my world to be soft, pink, and lovely. I didn’t want to think about my dad leaving our family. My heart couldn’t process how he not only didn’t live with us anymore, but he was also slowly pulling back from participating in our lives.
So, I took a running start with my arms outstretched only to be shocked with searing pain within the first few steps.
Thorns. Big, mean, vicious thorns. Thorns that ripped my flesh and opened up the flood of tears I’d been so determined to hold back. Suddenly, I hated that bush. But I couldn’t bring myself to destroy something that produced such beauty.
I stood back from the source of my pain and wondered, Should I call it a bush of thorns or a bush of flowers? Really, it could go either way.
Suddenly I wasn’t just staring at a bush. I was staring at my life. My life. Such a bed of roses.
Would I see the hurt, or would I see the beauty?
Luke 8:14 says, “The seed that fell among thorns stands for those who hear, but as they go on their way they are choked by life’s worries, riches and pleasures, and they do not mature.” The seed being referred to here is the Word of God. Isn’t it interesting that people who are choked by life’s circumstances and never mature are referred to as having thorns in the soil of their soul?
Yes, life sometimes hands us thorns, but we have the choice to park our mind on the thorn or on the beauty it can eventually produce in us, if only we’ll cling tightly to God’s Word.
If we dwell on the negatives, we’ll become negative and God’s Word will have a hard time taking root in our souls. If, however, we acknowledge the negative but choose instead to look for the good that can come from it, God’s Word will take root in our souls and produce a lush crop of beauty.
It all comes down to choice. That day in my aunt’s garden, I chose to be aware of the thorns but park my mind on the beautiful roses.
Over the years, I came to realize that I can focus on the hurt my dad’s absence caused or choose to focus on other things in my life. Beautiful things. To focus on beauty isn’t to deny the pain. It’s just refusing to let it steal anything else from me.
It’s been more than 25 years since I’ve seen my dad. That’s hard on a girl’s heart. But where he fell so short, God has filled in many gaps. I don’t have to be the child of a broken parent the rest of my life, I can be a child of God. Loved. Truly loved.
And that is a beautiful truth I can let flourish in my heart.
Bible Verse:
“The seed that fell among thorns stands for those who hear, but as they go on their way they are choked by life’s worries, riches, and pleasures, and they do not mature” (Luke 8:14).
Reflection Questions:
- What "thorns" have you encountered in your life, and how have they affected you?
- How can you shift your focus from the thorns to the beauty that God is cultivating in you?
- What steps can you take to allow God’s Word to take root and grow in your heart despite life’s challenges?
Prayer:
Lord, I admit that I often focus on the thorns of my life—the pain, the disappointments, the worries. But I want to see the beauty that You are growing within me. Help me to fix my eyes on the blessings, even in the midst of trials. Let Your Word take root in my heart, and may it produce a harvest of beauty in my life. In Jesus' name, Amen.