Pay Me Now or Pay Me Later

We’ve all heard the adage “Pay Me Now or Pay Me Later”.  It seems that the original meaning of that was intended to spur us to “Pay Now”, as an advantage, to invest in a sense, instead of paying a higher price later.  This applies to many areas of life.  For example:

  • Health – eat salad now, or pay for prescriptions later
  • Property – perform regular maintenance on your car or house, else see the costly repairs later
  • Finances – pay cash now, or pay more in interest later
  • Relationship – invest in the friendship now, or suffer distance later

When it comes to marriage and parenting, it takes time.   You can invest now or pay later.  None of us get it done perfectly, especially since we are left guessing many times on what “exactly” we are to do.   When your child develops from newborn to toddler to teenager, they change and it can make things a little mystifying.   I’ve found that (and I’m banking on) spending sheer vast amounts of time with my daughter will add up to huge deposits later.   Do I spend hours everyday just one on one with my girl?  No, that isn’t always possible, however I do carve out at least 1 hour or more where we can be together – to talk, play and cut-up in general.  Mostly I ask her what she wants to do and let her dictate what we do (for the most part).  She knows that I accept her regardless, although I know her heart gravitates to play things that I enjoy as well.

Is it always fun?  No, it isn’t.  However, whenever I do sit down to time with my girl, it is always a blessing later.

Am I frequently tired after a long day of brain-draining activities?  Yes, I’d rather go do some things I like myself, but my time with CK is limited and I’d rather put aside some frivolous fun for myself than to neglect.  That time is really benefital to both of us.

I’m not saying parents must ignore their own lives, get sucked dry to the bone and then be no good to anyone.  That is definitely a “Pay Me Later” scenario.  Rather I’m suggesting that children are our biggest priority, outside of God (#1) and Spouse (#2).   There is that old song “Cats in the Cradle” by Henry Chapin about the dad who was always too busy to play with his son.  We know that song and it pulls our hearts because it’s so true.

As the book Revolutionary Parents by George Barna states – (and I paraphrase):  Children will become who their parents are.    That is the model they see, that is all they know.  Patterns of behavior will be modeled for years to come.

Examine your daily and weekly schedule: How much one on one time do you spend with each of your children?    Are you assuming they will turn out “OK” by default, or are you pouring into their lives on a daily basis?

I can’t say it any better than the Fram Oil Filter guy:

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Look Up!

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It was the first day of Fall and we were having the supreme kind of weather that I love the most. Just the right temperature and forecast that makes you crave to be outside. On this day, I was running an errand to the grocery store. I got in the van, turned left onto the major stretch of highway by my home that is long and straight. Driving along this mile long stretch is what I’d call God’s Canvas in the Sky. This particular day there were layers upon layers of clouds stacked on top and in front of each other. To me, it was breathtaking, but it wouldn’t last long. You see, I was driving! It probably wouldn’t be good for me to stare into the sky while I have cars in front and behind of me on this 4 lane highway.

I caught a glimpse, but I kept my head down on the level of the road. By the time I make my first turn, I’m sure I’d forgotten the breathtaking glimpse I had just encountered. Business as usual and things to do. I had to go get a gallon of milk and bread for Pete’s sake!

That seems to be the place we live our lives much of the time. Nose to the ground and steadily marching forward. We take our kids to school, drive to work, please our customers, strive to make our spouses happy to the tune of reaching the end of each day exhausted. We can lose site of what is larger than us.

It was the day after my drive to the store that I went for a morning walk. Even this walk was “business”. I had an instructional audio in my ears while I endevoured to get some movement into my normally sedentary day. At some point, I glanced up and noticed the same cloud cover from the previous day was still there. I stopped on the side of the street and just starred. For a few minutes. It was amazing!

All of a sudden, I was no longer “in control”. I was the ant on the big ball of matter spinning in space. There was something so much larger than myself. And it was calming. It was a relief to be reminded of the awesomeness of our Creator. He is in charge and while we are to be active in our days on Earth, it is wise to remember why we’re doing it after all.

I would challenge you to take 3 to 5 minutes, stop and simply look up into the sky. Realize the awesomeness that God has created around you. It will be a breath of fresh air.

When life gets busy and you can’t seem to get things under control – Look Up!

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You’re My Hero

Dad is a hero.aiA few weeks back, after a Saturday filled with doing things with CK, we plopped down on the sofa as she played her Nintendo DS (she would correct me here and say “It’s a 3DS XL, Daddy!”).  I was just sitting there letting my body sink further in to the fabric when out of the blue she says:

“You’re My Hero.”

Huh?  I woke up and became alert.  I don’t hear that often.  Maybe a handful of times in my life and those by the Queen.   From CK, I hear “I Love You Daddy!” or “Thank you Daddy!”, etc.  But not “Hero”.  I wanted to know more, if I really deserved this “Hero” status.  She commented to me how I removed a game “Face Raiders” that comes with all of these Nintendo DS devices because she was so scared of it.  Funny, how she talks about it all the time, yet is scared of it. I stepped in to “protect” her from what she perceived as scary, the bad guys, etc.  She needed to be “rescued” and I was there to do it (Though I didn’t know I did).

Something really resonated in my heart when I heard her say it though.   I think it’s in the heart of a man to long to hear that.  As John Eldredge points out in his book Wild at Heart, every man is seeking

  • A Battle to Fight
  • An Adventure to Live
  • A Beauty to Rescue

Sounds like a Hero to me.  However as CK grows older, the “bad guys” will possibly become real people and that is when the Hero skills will be tested.  Will I defend her honor and protect her both physically, emotionally and spiritually?  That is the test of a real Hero.  We have it in us to do this.  We don’t have to be like Adam in the Garden and shrink back.  Adam could have taken a sword and sliced that serpent to pieces no problem.  But he didn’t.  I’ve been guilty plenty of times of shrinking back from a challenge, taking a step back when I needed a step forwards.  Sometimes it takes a few lessons of what it feels like to “not fight” than to step up.  And that is training unto itself.

However, being a Hero doesn’t just mean ‘big” events or saving the world.  It’s the regular attentiveness to your child and wife and spending time with them.  To let them know they are special and loved.  When you spend all day working and you come home to play with your son or daughter, you are being a Hero. Big Time.  Especially when you’ve rather veg out on the sofa.

When it seems like you are doing nothing, you are doing something.  You are letting them know you are there for them.  That you care, that what they value is valuable to you.  And that sounds like a Hero to me.

Have you ever been called a Hero?  How did it feel?

 

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What Will Your Life Be About?

thinking web picAs we sat around the church conference table, the four in our small group were chatting about the topic of Attitude.  Our goal was to become better leaders in our various roles in the children’s church.   As we covered various questions from our book’s Q&A, each one probed into our own individual attitudes.  As we went around the table, there was a common theme of how busy our lives were and how our individual attitudes were affected by it.   Didn’t matter the person or age – a high school Senior, two of us in our early 40′s and our ministry leader in her 20′s – yet all of us echoing the same melody of a similar song.  Being busy.  My own response relayed my situation at work and home and how there just didn’t seem to be enough time for it all.  And I was guilty – my attitude would often go to places that were counterproductive.

As our leader probed for solutions – I already knew the answer (for me at least).  It was just a matter of putting things into their proper priority.   I’d been majoring in minor things.  And it didn’t help that I am somewhat a people-pleaser.  Each time I test for spiritual gifts, Serving and Giving are always at the top.  I have been told at various times that I am guilty of serving to a fault.  I recognize part of that is perhaps wanting to be in control of my environment at work and home and although I enjoy doing things for others, sometimes I don’t know when to stop.

And I wonder why I’m stressed when I don’t have enough time!

Ten years ago, before my daughter was born (and it seemed like I had no time on my hands), I was meeting with my mentor on a Saturday morning, spilling my guts about all the responsibilities in my life, my wife’s health issues, my long commute to work, my job and the struggles of keeping it all together.  I was even having chest pains to the point I went and got checked out by a cardiologist.  I was bemoaning the fact that I had to work all day, drive home, keep the house clean, cook, and a host of other things I honestly cannot remember :) before I could even think about taking time to work on my goals and desires.  Looking back now, it really, really seems silly.

After letting me wallow in self pity, he paused and asked me a pointed question – “Michael, at the end of your life, do you want to be known for having the cleanest house?  Or that you made sure all the dishes were washed every single day?  Or that you made everybody happy?”

I got the point.  However, his message was that I couldn’t do EVERYTHING, but I could do some things, but it was up to me to decide what WAS important.   If it was cleaning the house and making sure it was spotless every day, then fine.  Go for it.  But if I want life to be more than that, then I would need to make time for it.  As Stephen Covey noted in his famed 7 Habits books, we must take time to focus on the IMPORTANT over the URGENT.  And that is how life creeps up on us.   When we deal with others at work and our family at home, there is no shortage of URGENT requests we are asked to accommodate.  It can easily appear that everything is Urgent and Important.

It will take some clear eyes and ears to discern the difference.  Let me offer two thoughts on this:

Number 1 -> Decide what you want your life to be about.

This seems awfully simple doesn’t it?  Easy to decide, yet hard to implement when the baby is crying, the boss is yelling or the house is a total wreck.  I wrote a Vision statement long ago and a huge part of it is God, family and others.   There is not much in there about work, so if I let my work overtake my heart and soul, then I am naturally going to be irritable, cranky and suffer loss of heart.  Then I certainly am no good to God, family and others.

Number 2 -> Once you decide what your life is going to be about, you will have to fight to make it a priority.

If something is truly important to us, we will and must find time for it.  There can be no other way if we are to live the life written on our hearts.

Have you decided what your life will be about?

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You Were Made To Sing

ray_lamontagne-hatI got to do something recently that I’d been wanting to do for awhile. To see Ray Lamontagne. I rarely go to concerts. It may be that you’ve never heard of him. Most people I mention him to haven’t. When I first happened to see Ray on TV performing ‘Trouble’, there was something in his voice – a mix between Ray Charles and Joe Cocker, a very, deep soulful sound that captured my ears. Now I have every recorded song he’s ever done. And yet his story is one a young man working in a shoe shop in Maine, hearing a Stephen Stills song that captured him and prompted him to leave the shop to pursue his passion. He so wanted the sound of a particular 1968 Martin guitar, that he sold his van (that he and his wife were living in) to buy it. Something about that conviction stirs me.

Now not only did I love his music, his voice and amazing songwriting – I was captured by his whole persona. He’s kind of known as the guy who doesn’t smile much and while much of his music is melancholy, it comes from deep places. I relate to that. He is not the showman. He just does what he does best. By his own admission, he just had these songs inside him to get out so he sat writing, practicing his singing until he got to a point that he wondered what good these songs were going to do sitting in a notebook, unsung to the world. So he decided to share.

I was looking forward to seeing Ray in action. Oddly enough, the day of the event, the concert was cancelled as Ray had strep throat.  He rescheduled the following week and the Queen and I went to see him. As he started his set, it was evident that he was still struggling, yet if you’ve heard him before, he’s got the raspy kind of voice that kind of suits having a cold, if there is such a thing. To boot, it was just him, his guitar and one guy on an acoustic bass.  No way to hide behind backups or instruments.  Seeing him perform in person was simply wonderful, yet I sat there at the end of it all unsatisfied.  Even a little sad as the gears of my heart were turning.

My wife obviously was expected more of a sense of enthusiasm and asked me if I enjoyed it, since apparently it wasn’t evident from my facial expression. My heart kind of sank a little as I pondered what I saw onstage with Ray with my own life.  Why?

I wanted to sing.  I wanted to be like Ray.

At first, I thought it was just my wanting to be onstage. I’ve always daydreamed since I was in high school, when I got my first guitar, that I’d one day be playing in front of thousands in a huge arena – just wailing on a solo or jamming out an awesome riff.  OK, that might be too much information, but I love the expression of music, albeit I rarely sing or play in front of others.  It struck me that music is so unnecessary to make our bodies function like food, air and water, yet SO necessary for living.  Did I want to be a performer onstage, touring and singing non-stop.  That didn’t really appeal to me.  That wasn’t it.

I think it was seeing a person in front of me, that believed  in something and took a chance on doing something about it.

There is something within me that needs to sing though.  Perhaps I’d checked myself into some self-imposed prison where my songs were being snuffed out.  But there was a song nonetheless – or else my heart would not be talking to me like this.  Maybe you’ve felt this too.  There is that thing down in your gut that wants to get out, to live and breathe and shout “Hallelujah!”.  It may not always seems obvious, but it is worth exploring.  I get that rise inside when I see the oppressed, the down-hearted and a battle that needs to be fought.  And maybe I just need to physically sing too!

So that’s what I’m doing.  I wanted to learn more about that craft and enrolled in a singing course and daily I’m doing my vocal exercises and songs. Maybe this will bring more creativity my way, or a sense of soulful rest or maybe a better voice as well. But I will sing and continue to sing.  And yes, I’ll be singing Ray Lamontagne songs.  Singing is something I need, whether it’s good times or bad.

I need to sing. You need to sing.

 What will be your song?

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How Are Your Systems Working?

System_Preferences_iconI’ve noticed in the past couple of months that things have changed for me.  I’m not feeling the same zeal and energy during my day and I look around me and see lots of changes and stresses going on at work.  And it’s really weird, because it’s not like we are struggling along with the economy.  We currently have too much work.  You would think I’d be elated.  Well we are in fact pleased with the blessings we’re having, however we need more technical staff and can’t get them fast enough.  Working later in the evening, going to bed later and waking up not at the ideal time.  Feeling tired and noticing my waistline increasing so that I am getting uncomfortable with my jeans size.  I look inward and wonder “What Happened?!?!”  while my mind recalls Coach Steve Chandler make this comment (and I’m paraphrasing).

Whatever system you are using currently is perfect for the result you are getting.

Do I like the results I’m getting each day?  It seems that if I want to be overwhelmed, overworked, tired and increase my weight, then I have the PERFECT SYSTEM in place right now!

Piggybacking that thought, I also listened to part of a podcast with Byron Katie, who said that “Suffering is a gift.”.  That’s a weird thought, but she related it to a “wake up call” – that something in our life was not right.   Was I truly suffering?  In today’s job environment, I wouldn’t call it that – It was more of “uncomfortable-ness” to me.  Things just were NOT right.  The margins on the page were erased.  I had nothing left at the end of the day.  I started dreading the very work I was drawn to do just a year ago and thought of as my new adventure of sorts.

At the core of my problems was there was lack of vision and boundaries.

Without vision, the people perish.”  Proverbs 29:18

Vision: We must go into our days with a Vision of what our life and day is going to be.  And I don’t necessarily mean having every 1/2 hour planned out, but having an overall direction on what we have decided is important and doing those things over all the urgent items.  There is a time for urgent,  but for me lately, anything and everything was “Urgent”.   I was even churning internally when I would reach out to someone and not get an immediate response.  I had become the very person I loathed.  We had a customer a few years back that learned if they put the words “Expedite” on an order request, we would “ship” earlier than the agreed upon timeline.  Over a period of months, we began to see that EVERY order was now “Expedited”.   My thought was that if now everything is Urgent, then nothing is truly Urgent.   My daughter and I have a saying “Jesus never rushed.” (so why should I).

Boundaries: I have to say No to some things.  Period.  If I say Yes to everything, then I become quite ineffective at all things.  I have to establish cutoff times when Work stops and other things begin.  It is ironic that the best productivity is done by those who are physically fit and healthy.  We need space and rest, else we don’t function.  Maybe I need more margin than most or maybe I just need a better system of doing things.

So as I understand my work better, I am striving to create the system that best suits the results I am looking for.  Not a perfect system, but one that can be tweaked for improvements in the future.

How are your Systems working?

 

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Being “Regular”

father-daughter-momentThere are certain things we expect from our world to happen like clockwork.  The sun rising in the morning and its setting at night.   And some things we don’t think about that happen regardless of our thinking about it or not.  Like our hearts continuing to go thump, thump while we sleep.  This predictability is key with children.  One of the common themes I hear among parenting “tips” is that kids need schedules.  Especially smaller children.  The boundaries of a schedule may seem restricting to some, but when you can expect something to happen, it brings a sense of peace, of security.

I’ve noticed on my non-regular posting schedule here at Father Of One lately, that I can find reasons to not post a particular week (or weeks) and I think it only affects me.   Honestly, I have been engrossed with my Engineering work more than ever.   Probably the most challenging year of my career and going into unchartered territory for me both technically and managerially.  So at the end of the day,  I default to my #1 priority of spending time with my family.  I want that to be regular if nothing else.  So I chalked up my other commitments to “LIFE”.   Funny thing is, when I noticed the irregular posting on a Homeschooling blog I throughly enjoyed – I got a little unsettled.  I had been drawn in and now I wanted more this person had to offer.   Incidentally, the blog was birthed out a parent’s experience with ADHD – so perhaps there is more to the story than I know!   However, what about my readers?  Even if there is just one reader that finds my writing helpful and encouraging.  Is it worth the effort?

I believe it is.

When Vincent Van Gogh painted all those brilliant masterpieces, he really had only one admirer of his paintings.  His brother and financier Theo.  Theo obviously saw something in Vincent’s work to continue to encourage him (amidst his mental distresses) and basically finance all his work.   Will my writings (or yours) be “Van Goghs”?   I mean to say by that, not that they will bring royalties to your family after you’re long gone, but will they encourage someone?  If you’re not a painter or writer, how about your words?

If I’m getting off topic here, I want to say that being “Regular” has merit.  There is a saying that goes “If something is worth doing, it’s worth doing well.”  And part of doing well is consistency.  If I am not regularly home after work to see my wife and child, then after awhile, I think they might be wondering what I’m up to.  Or if they are important to me.  If I’m not regular at work, the company will find a replacement.  I used to say the easiest way to do well in school is to show up.  Out of 6 years of college, I missed 2 days and one of those was a medical emergency.  I just showed up and it made a mark.  The professors knew I cared about their course.  But I wanted to do well too because I cared about it.

And I care about my readers.  That’s You.

As long as I have words to say that I think are helpful, I will write.  If I can’t write consistently and be regular about it, then perhaps I should examine my desire to begin with.  Yes, there are seasons of time when things change, but there are also things that remain the same.

Do you expect regularity and consistency from people?  I’d love to hear your thoughts on this.

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“It’s The People”

childrensI was sitting at my parent’s house this past week watching some morning TV while we sipped coffee.   My dad was in his usual spot, his rolling chair at his desk, leaned back.  To the side of him is his computer and Amateur Radio equipment.   Remote control on the desk within arm’s reach.  This is the usual position you’ll find him in when you visit these days.   Since he was raised on a rural farm in Georgia, you’ll also frequently find him turning to the “RFD-TV” channel, the Rural Farm Network.  I’ll have to admit, I’d probably never tune into this channel all on my own, but when I’m at the home with Dad, it seems fitting to watch.

As we were watching a particular show, they showcased a swine competition (yes, people actually show Pigs) and the youngsters under 18 years old showing the pigs, walking them up and down the arena with the same pride that the Westminster Dog showers would have.  After the show, several of these young folks were interviewed and asked why they participated.  They would say something about growing up with them on the farm or maybe something about it being alot of fun, but in the end they would say “It’s the people.”  The family friendly atmosphere, the warmth, the welcoming, the camaraderie from the people involved – it brought them back year after year.

We watched another show on vintage tractors and the people that restored them.  I thought these pieces of equipment were unique and stunning to see.  They get showed at local and national tractor events.  This one guy in particular was interviewed and asked why he spent so much time restoring and traveling the country to display his vintage Bush Hog Lawnmower from the 1950′s. “It’s the People” he said.  It got me to thinking about so much of what we do.

Being an Electrical Engineer by schooling, I still didn’t see the appeal my dad had when he got interested in Amateur Radio and spent quite some time building a tower and very elaborate antenna systems and radios just so he could talk across the state to other ham radio operators.  That is part of his morning routine as well.  I mean, couldn’t he just pick up the phone and talk? :) But that isn’t why these guys do this.  It’s the people, the relationships they build.  They get to know each other quite well talking each morning in this group.

I recall retirees coming back to the office at work and telling stories about things that happened decades ago.  It is always about people, never about the technology.  Here lately, it has been so easy for me to get wrapped up in my work and the recent stress of meeting deadlines and forget about why I am doing it.  It is the people I deal with each day.  It is people that we will remember.  The way we treated them and how certain customers come back and how some leave.  In the end, it’s the people we remember.  Those blessed relationships we nurture and foster.

Those are the things we will remember – for eternity.  Let’s foster them well.

Remember folks – “It’s the People!”

 

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There You Are

oj_morf_in_crowd_hand_upWhen you walk into a room filled with people, what is your initial thought?  What is your internal dialogue?  You ever “think” about that? Let’s say you get up Sunday morning for church – you put on your best clothes, shined shoes and nice cologne. Or you go to a party, formal or not, and you want to look your best.  You flawlessly apply your makeup (talking to the ladies now) and your outfit is perfectly coordinated with your mood and accessories.  Now, you’re all ready!  You get to the event and walk in the door to a crowd of people.  Is your first thought “Here I Am!” or “There You Are!” ?

I was introduced to this concept recently at a church training for Children’s Volunteers. To me, it cuts through all the tips and techniques of “Winning Friends and Influencing People” (which is a book everyone should read in my opinion) – and gives an overall attitude that encompasses them. The purpose of the training was in respect to how we as volunteers could convey letting the children feel welcome in the environment especially those new to the church. In general, it can be easy for an adult to dismiss a small child (because, well, they are just children after all) and go about their business.  Or want them to get in line with the “program” and lose the relational connection with their heart.  Yes, we need order and we need sanity, but any dictator can have order! To make a real impact, we need connection.

Isn’t that what you want too?  We are wired for connection.

One thing I know is that people really do like to talk about themselves.  It’s been documented and we all know and feel that.  Sometimes I’ll patiently sit in a conversation with someone or a group of people and internally I’ll be thinking how I wish they’d just ask me a question about ME.  It’s comical almost how we long like little children to be noticed.  Hey, maybe the church training was onto something.  Kids long to be noticed!  After I got my first job out of college, we moved to a rural, South Georgia town where we rented a small house.  Our neighbors behind us worked at the same place and had a couple of small children that would play in the fenced back yard.  Often when I’d be in our yard, I’d hear one of them say “Hey Mister, Look At Me!!!!”  and they would do a somersalt or flip or some other crazy antic.  It was so often, my wife and I would joke to each other years after saying “Look At Meeeeee!!!”.

We all have that in us – a longing to show our real Glory, to be noticed.

The goal for our children’s church is to create a place where kids experience Jesus in a real way.  I can think of no better framework and starting point than walking into relationships saying “There You Are!”.  It doesn’t diminish us when we do this, it only reflects Jesus’ attitude and our strength of character.  It does take a person to know who they are and being confident in their place in the Kingdom, but it also takes practice. We get stronger by doing. We take our strength and get stronger.

The Apostle Paul was no wimp, yet we read in Phillipian 2: 3 “…but in humility consider others better than yourselves.” Read the Entire 2nd Chapter to gain a bigger context here – you see that Jesus humbled himself, his attitude was putting others first.  On the cross, Jesus was saying “There You Are!”.  He is still saying that to us today.  And I think He loves it when we say that to each other.

How does the “There You Are?” concept resonate with you?

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Show and Tell

showandtellI recall the elementary days of school and the events called “Show and Tell”.  The idea is that we’d have some novel item to display in front of the class while we nervously talked about it.  There is this comical scene from the movie City Slickers where Billy Crystal plays a dad that comes to class for “Show and Tell”.  He feels unfulfilled in his life and rather than stealing a chance to make his job as a radio advertising manager sound much better than it was – he laid out his rather frank depiction of his life.  It is comical because we often feel much of same sentiment, yet put up a front that is more ideal.

Even before the age of Facebook, social media and blogging – where we can put up whatever versions of ourselves we desire others to see,  I believe there has always been something inside us that is self-protective and pushes us to tell “The Best Story”.  To those we meet at church, at school or the grocery store – we are part of the “Fine Family”.  However in today’s world, people share so much online that it is easy to “tell” someone about yourself (and we are all eager to do that) and hence showing them exactly what you are doing with your time.

When I think about my dad and grandfather’s generation, they were the strong and silent type that really wouldn’t say much (in an emotional way at least), yet they would quietly show their character through their actions.  My mom can tell me many stories of when my Big Pa (my grandfather) would hear of a need in the community and quietly contribute or provide for it.  He didn’t want anyone making a fuss about it either.  Others may not have seen it, but my mother did and the people helped felt the impact.

I want to be more like that.  To SHOW rather than TELL.  For example, I can tell others about Jesus’ love for them by Chapter and Verse in the Bible, yet if I don’t SHOW them that love – the message can be rather empty (however God can work even through a shallow messenger).  If I sit here and type blog post after blog post about the need of men being great fathers, yet take no time to actually BE the Hands and Feet of a father, then how will my words be read later by my family?

Let’s me and you TODAY, pick ONE THING to show others we care for them, that we love them.

I believe along with a kind word, we need to show love with our actions as well.  How about:

  • Sending unexpected flowers to a loved one.
  • Inviting an old friend to dinner and paying for it.
  • Calling or writing a personal, handwritten note to a friend that’s down and out.
  • Send a gift card to someone you know that is in need.

The possibilities are endless.  Your life is an endless display of Show and Tell.  You can tell whatever you want, but in the end it’s all about the showing of your actions.

What ONE THING will you do today to SHOW someone you care?

 

 

 

 

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