privilege: the wonder of surrendering our lives to Jesus


My husband often jokes that I have a hot-line to heaven, the privilege of seeing my prayers answered more than he does. Maybe it’s because I see no limitations in what I pray about, including minor things, such as obtaining parking spaces and finding lost objects – yes, really!

I didn’t grow up in a privileged way or with any sense of entitlement. On the contrary, my background prepared me for the school of hard knocks I’ve been in for the majority of my life. Yet threaded through it all, often in intangible ways, God’s goodness and grace have been the backbone of everything I have experienced.

Although it might have taken me years to really appreciate it, I am discovering thatย time and hindsight are uncovering the enormous privilege it is to be a beloved child of God and a woman of faith who, despite her obvious weaknesses and glaring inadequacies, has been given the privilege of living and witnessing for Him.

I have the privilege

I have the privilege of being a writer and poet
who God works through to minister to others
while I pour out my heart, witness to his work deep
within and seek to encourage them to trust in him

I have the privilege of being a child of God
who is wrapped round tight with his infinite
love, made safe and secure by his mercy and
held closer than I am aware of or can see

I have the privilege of being a woman of faith
with God’s holy grace filling and flooding my
days, and his forgiveness readily available
for every sin I might commit, and those
I don’t even know about yet

I have the privilege of being able to pray
minute by minute throughout the day, as I
yield and surrender my heart and soul to my
burden-bearing Lord, and watch how wonderfully
he lifts my cares and pain, while restoring me
gently back to wholeness again

**I also have the privilege of a 5 minute poem arising in response to this week’s #FMF prompt of ‘privilege’. You are very welcome to come join us here and read the wide variety of posts being shared.** ๐Ÿ™‚ย 

17 thoughts on “privilege: the wonder of surrendering our lives to Jesus

  1. Dear Joy,
    Yes, oh yes! What a privilege we have to carry everything to God in prayer. Do I realize the sweet depth of that often enough? No, I overlook it and take it for granted some days. What blessed words here today, that lift my eyes to see such a blessing He has given to me, here in my own weaknesses to be able to cry out to Him in prayer. He is so good to love us that fully & completely. Thank you for these freeing thoughts this morning, my friend! Love and Hugs to you! xoxo

    • Dear Bettie, prayer is such a lifeline for us, especially when we have chronic illness and need to seek daily strength, help and rest. But I am just like you in taking it for granted some days or neglecting to remember to pray until I am really struggling!
      How marvellous it is that God is always willing to hear from us and encourages us to lay our burdens at His feet. We are privileged indeed!
      Blessings on your weekend, my friend. I hope and pray you will soon get some pain relief and better sleep. Love and hugs! xoxo ๐Ÿ’œ

    • Thanks, Lesley! Yes, it is a good practice and helps to stir gratitude within. I find the season of Lent tends to focus the mind more on what amazing love God has for us and what tremendous privileges are bestowed on us who have faith in Christ. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’œ

  2. Joy, your poem is beautiful and so true! I have not complete my FMF post yet, but I was thinking along the same lines of how it is a privilege to be a Christian, to know our sins are forgiven and that God loves us.
    Blessings to you! Love and hugs! xoxo

    • Dear Gayl, I so appreciate you being here, my friend. I look forward to reading your words, though I’m currently not keeping up very well with things. Blessings, love and hugs to you! xoxo ๐Ÿ’œ

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s