When Dave gets excited about something, he gets chatty.
Baseball season about to start?
The Niners potentially (and unsuccessfully) acquiring Manning?
Sovereignty of God, predestination, propitiation, etc.?
He’s also one of those weirdos that likes being convicted.
Which means he’s chatty about his convictions.
Which means I get convicted.
Which means I. LOVE. BEING. A. PASTORS. WIFE!!!!!!
I really do love being a pastor’s wife.
He shared about the above verse last night at prayer meeting.
And I can’t stop thinking about it.
It’s so easy to be a hearer, right?
We are trained to be hearers.
Listen to your parents.
Listen to your teachers.
Listen to your pastors.
We need to learn.
But what are we DOING with that knowledge?
Are we taking risks?
Filling a need when we see one?
Coming alongside those who are lonely?
Coming alongside those who are burdened and/or overwhelmed?
It’s so easy to go to bible studies.
Stay held up in our little groups.
Noses stuck in our bible, dictionary and/or concordance.
Marinating on the Greek and Hebrew.
But never DOING anything with all that He teaches us.
Scripture is clear.
Our works do NOT save us.
Our works, through the power of the Holy Spirit, show the world WHO saved us.
So when your husband says, “Hey babe, Can I go to Sudan?”
You say, “OK.”
To see convictions made real?
Nothing more awesome.
Even when your mom calls in a panic to tell you about a friend of a friend’s daughter’s sister
who got attacked “somewhere in Africa.”
So Dave is convicted.
I am convicted.
And now hopefully YOU are convicted.
Kayla’s home “sick.”
And was miraculously cured a few minutes ago.
So we’re off to go wash the dog.