I was praying for someone I know while driving to work this morning.
"God," I said, "please help them to know that they are loved. How they are loved. Help them to feel it."
I wasn't really expecting a response, but a familiar voice spoke in my heart:
"Good prayer. Now show them."
I can hope for people to know the love of God, I can pray for them to taste His goodness and catch a glimpse of how adored they are, and those are good things to do. I can even tell them with my words how much the Lord loves them, and that I love them, too. But clearly, the call doesn't end there: I am called to show them. In thought, but not only in thought. In word, but not merely in word. In action and in truth, I am called to show them.
Let's show each other, and let's show them.
"God," I said, "please help them to know that they are loved. How they are loved. Help them to feel it."
I wasn't really expecting a response, but a familiar voice spoke in my heart:
"Good prayer. Now show them."
I can hope for people to know the love of God, I can pray for them to taste His goodness and catch a glimpse of how adored they are, and those are good things to do. I can even tell them with my words how much the Lord loves them, and that I love them, too. But clearly, the call doesn't end there: I am called to show them. In thought, but not only in thought. In word, but not merely in word. In action and in truth, I am called to show them.
Let's show each other, and let's show them.
