Precious privileges

I meant to get a post up yesterday, really I did. I have several posts in draft wanting only a few edits plus I have a couple other ideas rambling around in my mind. I had the time too. It’s Spring Break this week, as I told you in my last post, and my cleaning tirade wore itself out rather quickly thus granting me a little more free time if you know what I mean. Besides yesterday was Thursday and if nothing else I thought I would write a Thankful Thursday post expressing, you know, thankfulness for various blessings of the week.

Except I didn’t feel like being thankful.

The weather is gray and dreary, still. I am cold and I despair of ever feeling warm again. I’m getting sick.

And my friend has brain cancer.

It is hard, sometimes, to be thankful.

I think about Paul in prison offering his sacrifice of praise. I think of Job declaring that the Lord gives and the Lord takes away and still he will praise the name of the Lord. As I do I realize that gratitude, true gratitude, is hard because inherent in its giving of thanks is an acceptance, a humble submission to the Lord’s will as good, acceptable and perfect, despite the goodness, or not, of the circumstances at hand.

What I wrote last week about needing the Word? I see my need in even sharper relief today. There is so much that grieves and depresses and, as I said then,

[W]e need the promises of God. We need to know who God is and that we can trust Him even in the most painful and confusing circumstances of life. We need the gospel, yesterday, today and tomorrow, and we need the hope it gives to fuel our perseverance. We need grace and mercy to save us and to help us. We need reminding this world is not our home and that one day, one glorious day, our faith will be sight and we will see Him, our Savior, and our joy, our hope, will be complete. We need the Word.

At Out of the Ordinary today I posted a quote from The Valley of Vision. It’s a prayer that offers this very reminder of the precious privileges we have in Christ…

From Calvary’s cross wave upon wave of grace
reaches me,
deals with my sin,
washes me clean,
renews my heart,
strengthens my will,
draws out my affection,
kindles a flame in my soul,
rules throughout my inner man,
consecrates my every thought, word, work,
teaches me thy immeasurable love.

Read the rest of the prayer here.

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