When I was in school mama bought me a wonderful text book called "Write Shop". It is a blue binder that helps it's readers to develop good writing skills that can be used in any setting. One of the many things it taught me was how to convey a message without actually saying it. It goes something like this"
Treading down the long dusty road, the young woman paused to catch her breath. As she wiped the perspiration from her brow she longed for a drink of the crisp well water that had refreshed her only an hour before. How thankful she would have been for even the smallest shade tree, but there was none in sight. Knowing it was still a long journey to the village where the missionary family awaited her, she pulled her bonnet back over her face and walked on.
There is one thing that I didn't tell you in that piece of a story. It was hot. But I didn't have to tell you because you knew what the weather was like by the remarks I made about the perspiration, the longing for the crisp well water, and the shade tree that she desperately wanted. A good writer can express what is in their imagination without spelling it out in obvious form.
I have witnessed the same happening in others lives. There are two young women who I barely know and have never spoken too, yet both Christians conveyed a message to me without speaking a single word about the subject. They both showed me by their actions and their demeanor that the greatest joy doesn't come from being married to a Godly husband, but from a close relationship with God. The joy in their face and the excitement in their voice was undoutably from God alone. Never once did they tell me that I could experience joy unspeakable by pursuing a relationship with God. Not a single time did I hear them say that Christ is far greater than the largest home filled with the pitter patter of children's feet. Their lives spoke it. And that was more powerful than any sermon or book I've ever encountered in all my life.
What does your life speak?