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To Hear Is To Do...





Speaking has never been a fear of mine. I can speak to anyone, anywhere and at anytime. Truth is, I love to talk, even if it's a brick wall.  It has been my family's forever running joke about me and honestly I am good with it.  God has blessed me with the gift of gab, a gift I proudly use when He will have me speak into the lives of those He chooses. I love when He gives me an encouraging word to  share;  my heart explodes with excitement after all who doesn't like hearing a promising word of truth right?

My problem comes, notice I said "my problem",  when He will have me speak a truth to someone and it is not what they want to hear. I have those moments when I am ready to run as Jonah did or debate "why me" as Jeremiah. No one enjoys being ridiculed, nor do they relish the idea of having someone reject what God has called them to do or speak. It's easy to hear a spoken word, a promise of truth, a correction of love tucking it away for my own heart to chew on. But when I know I am to speak as God as instructed me to do, when the words seem to lodge in my throat unable to move any further, it is then my gift of gab becomes a talent buried as a dead seed in the garden; no growth, no harvest. ( Matthew 25:14-30)

Jeremiah was called to speak again and again to those who rejected, threaten and plotted against him. While I haven't experienced all that he did and do not pretend to know, rejection tends to crush my heart. I have been laughed at, the punch line of many of jokes, and questioned as to why I would even consider this journey the Lord as me on. Truth be told there has been times I allowed their disbelief to silence what I know to be true. I am not proud of those times and the sadness I feel when the moment has passed, I felt like a disappointment to God. By His grace I am not a disappointment and through His love, I am learning daily how to be all He has created me to be.

 A servant of Christ is not only hearing His word, it is sharing His word in truth and love.  It is boldly confessing the words of our Father in the hope others will too receive His goodness. It is standing on His promises knowing He goes before us making a way. It is not only hearing, but doing. I am walking into a new season. The Lord has been stirring some things inside of me. He is showing me a season that will end and one that will begin. I know there will be those who will not understand and will speak against what the Lord will have me to do; I am preparing for that. We live in a world where hearing is necessary however after we hear...... doing is of the utmost importance. To make my days count living in a world where time is short, to be all I am in Christ, do I must.

To hear is to do...................


Forever His Daughter,

Stacey


James 1:22-24 ( NIV)
Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in the mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like.



 
 






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  1. AnonymousMarch 20, 2018 at 3:53 AM

    Hi Stacey, I pray for you in your new season, for bold friends to stand with you as you stand for the Lord in boldness. Love you lots, your sister in Christ
    Tracy

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    1. She StandsMarch 26, 2018 at 12:01 PM

      Thank you my precious friend! Your prayers always mean the world to me! Love you more, your sister in Christ!!

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