Acts

I think that, out of all the words I know how to use in the English language, the word I say the least is "obedience." It literally hurts to say that word. Like I'm experiencing heartburn or choking. And now I realize why it's so uncomfortable to spit that word out! I don't like the idea of it. I like being in control, being my own boss, doing my own thing. But how can I say I follow Christ if I refuse to... obey him. ouch. It's so painful to admit it, but I don't like to obey. The concept of doing something just because someone told me to do it kills me. 

So yesterday I tried an experiment. Horrified with the realization that my heart is so rebellious towards God, I decided to act. The entire day I just listened for what the Spirit was asking me to do. And I was surprised because they were actions that I have the opportunity to carry out every day, but I just don't. But they were actions. So many times I view our Christian calling as intangible. It's all about blessing others, speaking words of hope, touching hearts. But yesterday when I deliberately decided to obey the voice of the Lord, I found myself doing things. I had to use my hands, my feet, my words, my money, my time. And it was incredible. The reward that follows is a peace that passes all understanding.