Just wanted to post something. I’ve been bored with it lately. But I want to share something. Something intelligent, something thought-provoking, something helpful, just something. So, as I sit here, typing away, I wonder. And then it hits me.
I want to share how privileged I am.
You might think that I’m about to boast about myself. No, I want to boast about my Savior. You see, I am privileged to be chosen by a Master so divine. I am privileged to be loved so much that my Master would take care of me no matter what. I am privileged to have entitled to me a Name that is above any other name. I am privileged to be a part of a family so huge that there are too many family members to keep track of. I am privileged to know my Master intimately. I am so privileged that my Master sent me love letters so I would look to them and know Him. I am privileged to enter my Masters throne room and not worry about being sentenced to death. I am privileged to speak to Him about others that need His help. I am privileged to be able to share my Master with others who need His solace. To be able to speak of Him to people who are hurting. I am privileged to be able to love as my Master loves. I am privileged with a peace that comes from the author of peace.
I am privileged. Not by my doing. I am privileged by Grace. It is my privilege…
I remember Pastor Bill mentioning something similar to this on Sunday morning and it really sticking out to me. It’s a very true statement.
Great message!