When to Act on What You Hear

Elvis had it right.

Or, he was definitely on the right track, when he admonished us to provide a “little less conversation, a little more action.”

Now, I know Elvis had his own ideas about what that meant, but I’ve always been a fan of the old adage that “actions speak louder than words.”

Growing up, I had a father that modeled getting out there and making his dreams a reality.  That’s part of my DNA, much like the ocean is.

It shouldn’t be surprising, then, that I’ve always been inspired by this verse in the Bible:

Do what God’s teaching says; when you only listen and do nothing, you are fooling yourselves. ”   James 1:22 (NCV)

Another version of this verse urges the reader to “Act on what your hear!” (The Message)

I love that!

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One word that friends often use to describe me, is “doer”. And, usually, it is an accurate depiction. Somehow, someway, I will get in there and just get. it. done.

Not lately.

Recently, I’ve noticed a trend in my talking.

There’s too much of it!

I feel like I’m fast becoming a “hearer” only, and I don’t like it one bit! The label, alone, smacks of inaction. A quality that everything in me dislikes.

Busyness could be blamed.  So, too, could the season of life that I find myself in.

Whatever the reason for my recent lack of action, it grates at my heart.

That heart-irritation has led me down a dark path. I’ve traveled down this path once or twenty times, before. Questions about my abilities pepper my every thought like new leaves in June. “Can you really?”  “Will you ever?”  “What makes you think…”

I detest those questions.

And the Asker.

So, I’ve been spending some extra time in the presence of The One who knows the Truth of me.

The Answerer.

And He’s been telling me something that I’ve never been able to  hear before.

“Let MY actions speak through your words.”

And God’s actions will speak louder than any words I could think about uttering.

With that, He speaks Light into the darkness of my path.  He guides me in Truth and hurries me past those questions.

I can’t tell you how thankful I am.

I’m reminded, once again, that anything “I’ve” ever done is because He has provided what I needed to get it done! Anything that God has allowed me the honor of doing, for His glory, has come about because I’ve been able to hear Him.

Stepping lightly down the last of that dark path, I’ve finally burst into The Light.

It’s there that I’m able to see that my inaction wasn’t due to the foolishness of hearing only.

No.

I’ve been listening pretty intently, of late.

My inaction is more because God hasn’t finished talking to me about where He wants me to step next.

One small Word at a time, I will act on what I hear.

And, I’ll become a hearer and a doer.

Yes indeedy.

Who Will Prevail (I Predict Not Me)

Today is Thursday.  Surprise!  It comes every week, yes.  But this Thursday is Valentine’s Day Thursday.  And I had intended to be at Bible Study this morning with My Sweet Bible Study girls.  The ones who get me and know my heart.  They encourage me to hang in there when things are tough and praise the tar out of the Almighty God when things are grand.  I had Valentine’s card-ettes all made out for every one of them with a sweet verse for each.  One of these gals, gifted by God with such baking skills as  you would wish to be the sponge that gets to wash off her baking utensils, was going to be bringing a special treat. Another, leading us with her fresh perspective and gentle encouragement. Yet another, bringing sweet Valentine’s crafted with such love that you could practically feel her heart beating within it as you held it in your hands.

“Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”

Proverbs 19:21

But instead?  Instead, I’m sitting on the couch snuggled up next to a snot-nosed, very literally, mini-me.  She uses my sleeve as her human Kleenex.  She keeps moaning that “my nose doesn’t feel good mama.”. And yet, she begs to go to preschool so she can hand out all 14 of her Valentine’s Day cards. Cards that she laboriously, over the course of 4 days, signed her name to. And every so often, she’ll ask for a  slobber-mixed-with-snot, germ-delivering, cold-laden, kiss.

What I want to be doing and what I planned to be doing was not to be.  Sigh…

So, I hop onto Facebook to see what others are up to on this fine Valentine’s Day. And I see this:

Love is

And my half-pint Valentine perks up and says, “Oooh, Mama, the words are so pretty!”

Oh, little one, they are.  They are pretty to look at, they are pretty when they are in action, and they are pretty, especially when strung up as a mantra inside the walls of your heart.

So, I read them out loud to her.  And to myself.  And I return her slobbery kiss with one of my own.

And I am reminded that God’s plans are always best.

Even when they’re laden with germs.

Yes indeedy!