There is something about words in action that not only speaks to our hearts, but yells into our souls.
When our children were young and they say, “I love you,” they say it with their entire being, and the words would usually be accompanied by a big hug.
When our children would say, “I am sorry,” we would remind them that the words are good, but to mean them is to work to not repeat whatever they are apologizing for.
When it is Mother’s Day or my mom’s birthday, saying “I love you Mom” is heart-touching for my mother, but if I really want to fill her cup I send her a card, because she loves to see that I made that small effort to give her something to hold on to (and I sadly do not give feet to that love for her often enough).
Love is strongest in action. Even in the relationship with God and humanity, love was communicated in action :
“For God so loved the world
that he gave his one and only Son ….”
John 3:16
Yet again my guest post comes from (in)courage (http://www.incourage.me/2013/05/love-and-cough-drops.html). This time written by By Kristin Gordley (Moments In the Story). I have included the completed post, and I pray that you will be encouraged to love in action.

“The other morning I was rushing around trying to get ready while my four-year-old was standing in my bathroom, asking me questions. He watched me use my eye lash curler, and then he tried it himself. As we were chit-chatting about all my beauty products and what they do, he said out of the blue, “Mama, your eyes are pretty and your ear wax tastes good!” I tried hard not to laugh, because I knew he had just tried to craft his words into a statement of love. “Thanks, buddy, I really appreciate it”.
Lately I’ve noticed his efforts to connect with me. Recently when I got ready to go out with his daddy for a rare date-night, he said I looked “beauuutiful”. My son is very verbal. He has always been unafraid to talk to people when we are out and about. The first question he asks every morning when he wakes up is, “who are we gonna see?” The wirings God infused in him for enjoying people are already evident. He relishes creative conversations with his dad and I, and he longs for restoration with us when we have to correct him.
But the other day he brought tears to my eyes as I recognized something important he was learning, and in turn teaching me. I had been sick for a few days, and he was enjoying the novelty of playing with my cough drops. While I was getting him and his little brother packed up in the car for a grocery trip, he ran back into the house and stuffed a bunch of cough drops into his pocket. I was a little annoyed because I was trying to get us out the door. On the way to the store he must have asked a hundred times if I needed a cough drop. My repeated “no thank you” turned into, “I’m fine. You don’t need to ask me anymore!”
I got them in the cart, into the store, and we were finally making progress. And then I started coughing…..
“Mama, do you need a cough drop?”
I accepted it…..and yet another. And I realized how much I needed his little act of love. In my heart I stopped and thanked God for my son’s display of something God has been impressing upon me. Then I remembered the verse that just days before, I found myself studying in a coffee shop.
1 John 3:18
“Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue,
but with actions and in truth.”
I tell my boys how much I love them all the time. I tell my husband, too. I love connecting with people through meaningful conversations, and reaching out with my words is not a struggle for me. But putting actions behind my love is something I don’t always find easy.
Watching my son move from verbally telling me how he felt about me, to choosing to act on his feelings was one of the most surprising and humbling moments I’ve had as a mom. Active love stopped me in my tracks and it challenged me.
We tend to emphasize loving acts that are big, for all eyes to see. But sometimes the smaller ones are the most meaningful…..like a little hand holding out a cough drop at just the right moment.”

Either you, or someone in your life has just finished, just started, about to start or is in the midst of exam season.
For some the risk of the exam is minimal (other than the physical and emotional stress received simply from having to write it).



“You know the Beginning of School Enthusiasm? When the pencils are fresh and the notebooks are new and the kids’ backpacks don’t look like they lined the den of a pack of filthy hyenas? Moms, remember how you packed innovative and nutritional lunches and laid clothes out the night before and labeled shelves for each child’s work and school correspondence and completed homework in a timely manner?
I am exactly still like that at the end of school, except the opposite.
We are limping, limping across the finish line, folks. I tapped out somewhere in April and at this point, it is a miracle my kids are still even going to school. I haven’t checked homework folders in three weeks, because, well, I just can’t. Cannot. Can. Not. I can’t look at the homework in the folder. Is there homework in the folder? I don’t even know. Are other moms still looking in the homework folder? I don’t even care.”




What started as a desire to watch an episode or two a week, turned into my having viewed the entire first season in less than one week!
I put my request in the first week of March, and only got my copy on the 24th of May! And it was not season two, but season three. Apparently there were still thirty-four people ahead of me for season two! I wanted to cry! I had what I wanted, but it was wrong to skip a season, if I were to truly enjoy the program.
So, season two was viewed partially on a Saturday night, and the remainder on Sunday afternoon.