Each Friday my writing stems from a word prompt. Five minutes, one word prompt. The prompt this week is … Privilege.
Reading the word prompt, I headed to bed. During the night I woke with a tune going through my head, but did not pay much attention to it.
We converse, on and off, throughout the day. Some topics are more serious than others. Some as casual as can be. But the privilege to have conversation with him is one not taken lightly.
Privilege has been defined as “
“So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.” (Hebrews 4:16, NLT)
The privilege is ours – access to the very ear of our God, who attentively and faithfully, hears our cries for help. In the back of my Bible, I have written this quote which has often brought such assurance:
“Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with spirit can meet. Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.”
(Alfred Lord Tennyson)
As I begin to truly hear the tune yet going through my head, I realized the familiar words:
“What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear
And what a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer.”
Grateful for the reminder – There is no greater privilege.