By Lisa Huddleston
I’ve been pondering the idea of “good intentions.” For example, is it really the thought that counts or is it the results? If I mean well but my actions end up causing pain or disruption or if I never get around to any action at all, do I still get credit for my good thoughts? And can I expect people to forgive my faux pas because my heart was in the right place or should I rather expect to be treated as if I meant to do harm? Like everyone, I hope for grace and strive to give it, but actions really do speak louder than words.I’ve considered this quite a lot lately, and I believe that the proof really does lie in the pudding. Remember the story Jesus told about the two sons who were asked to do something for their father? One son said, “Sure, Dad.” But he never got around to it–maybe his intentions were good, but his actions were pretty useless. The other son grumbled, but when push came to shove, he did what his father had asked him to do. Which one did his father’s bidding? The second son, of course.
Our son and two of his friends came out to the farm yesterday to help my husband pour another section of our slow-growing driveway. If you’ve ever had a chance to work concrete you know that is hard and dirty work–something no one volunteers to do and most will look for any opportunity to avoid. But there they were. Right on time and ready to go. We couldn’t have done it without them. It wouldn’t have done a bit of good for them to send their good wishes or to tell us their hearts were with us while they stayed in Nashville and enjoyed a day off. It was their elbow grease we needed and that was what they gave.
And that pretty well sums it up. It’s great to have a desire to do good, but it’s the doing of it that really matters. The road to hell may be paved with good intentions, but the driveway is paved with hard work.
DISCLAIMER: Our other son and our son-in-law have put in their fair share of elbow grease on our driveway, too. We thank them for their help as well.