Difference

When I woke up this morning I had some thoughts about a particular person. I thought maybe I should make a phone call or maybe even stop by this morning to pay them a visit. I struggled with the thought of putting myself out there. My thoughts kept running and running and eventually by the time I got ready, got breakfast for everyone, and got the kids to school I realized that maybe my difference could make a difference. It didn't matter if my feelings were getting in the way.... what mattered is I was changing my way of thinking. I took my feelings and overruled them in hope to make a difference. You see a difference could be made by the simplist action. An action to die to self and I had to act in order to die to myself. We always hear people say we have to die to the flesh and live for Jesus. But how many actually do this? I know that I spoke these words many times and never done it. My actions are superficial and they are what show. The more and more I think about it I was not really trying to make a difference.
Today I can honestly say that I died to my flesh and made a difference. The difference didn't have to be for me to change anything in that person's mind, to make them like me more, or to be recognized for my actions. The difference had to be for me. In order for me to make a change in my walk with God or with the people around me something had to change. Maybe my actions didn't mean anything to that person and they can go on with their day like any normal day. But my actions meant something to me and more importantly meant something to Jesus.