1.0Sandi Herron - Life at Spring Meadowshttps://sandiherron.com/blogSandi Herron. Author, Speaker, and Storytellerhttps://sandiherron.com/blog/author/sandi/Wounded by Thorns, Redeemed by Gracerich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="OmKzi0KI9g"><a href="https://sandiherron.com/blog/wounded-by-thorns-redeemed-by-grace/">Wounded by Thorns, Redeemed by Grace</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://sandiherron.com/blog/wounded-by-thorns-redeemed-by-grace/embed/#?secret=OmKzi0KI9g" width="600" height="338" title="“Wounded by Thorns, Redeemed by Grace” — Sandi Herron - Life at Spring Meadows" data-secret="OmKzi0KI9g" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript">
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https://sandiherron.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2025/05/thistle.the-story-of-flowers2.sm_.1.jpg1200624Now, in this alley with danger at every corner, she thought about those thistles. She thought about how even beauty could come wrapped in protection. Maybe people were the same. Maybe her father’s harsh words were his thorns—meant not to destroy, but to protect.