Growing up, I had an outstanding youth group leader, Mr. Jay. He had this way about him... we played games and went hiking and had adventures, and we also would sit in the study at the church and discuss the really deep issues in life. He took a group of kids who would never have been a group by choice, and knitted us together into something beautiful.
One of the things he used to say was this:
"Your walk talks, and your talk talks, but your walk talks louder than your talk talks."
In other words... yeah, what you say matters. It gets through to people. But not to nearly the degree that what you DO gets through.
I was laying on the couch this afternoon thinking, and that's what kept coming back to mind. I know for me personally, my walk and my talk don't always line up. I send mixed messages, even though I'd rather not.
What areas of your life do you need to examine and sort out? What things do you need to answer once and for all, so that your walk and your talk are saying the same thing? Just one little phrase that stuck in my head (and I'd bet lots of other teenagers heard him say it and let it stick in their heads too), that gets to me every time I let it.






I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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