I thank Jesus for being the grand manipulator without being manipulating. He always seeks my co-operation during His operation.
I was sitting on the couch beside my friend the coach, staring at the beautiful deep red roses on the coffee table in front of us. Then I saw Jesus. He was smelling a rose and smiling at me. I was the sweet aroma of a rose to Him. This was good. Then I noticed He had his finger on a thorn. He said, "There are thorns as well."
I felt convicted. He had His finger directly on the thorn. He was still looking directly at me, still smelling the rose, enduring the wound I inflicted.
Thank you Jesus.