It's His Privilege...

I count myself so blessed to have been born, raised, and lived all my life in small rural communities. Those of us who have had this life style have experienced factions of life that city dwellers will never know.

Yesterday in Sunday School we were talking about this subject; comparing and contrasting the lives of our grandchildren to the lives we lived as children and teenagers.

Our leader told a little story about himself that illustrated this point and, it was just one of those things that suddenly pulled at my heart strings.

Sandy (our leader/teacher) has farmed all his life...and, reaching the age of retirement, is still out there in nature, from daylight to dark, most everyday except Sunday. As just a little sidenote to his lesson, he said that one day he heard this strange little noise. In looking around, he found a rabbit that had it's foot caught in the fence and couldn't get loose. Without even thinking about what he was saying, he said...

"and I had the privilege of helping that rabbit get loose and setting it free"

He had the privilege....he had the privilege! Isn't that a hearttouching thought?

I think that's what God does for us. He reaches down and pulls us out of the little entrapments we find ourselves, and sets us free.

It's His privilege!