Sometimes we hear the right call but our faith is not in it. When my wife and I transferred with my job from California to Wyoming in 1985, we had decided that we were not returning the UPC [church] in Wyoming. When we arrived and settled in a cursory look around Rock Springs and Green River,WY decided us to stay with the UPC. We did for the two years, we spent in Wyoming. We had never really put it before the Lord. We simply did what we wanted and the easiest way in our whole move to Wyoming including where we would attend church.And there is the rub. ( as I see it) that line of yours which I made bold in your quote.
Maybe my age...or maybe the wording...but I have seen too many people calling things faith, which turned out to be presumption.
I do not fall in the group who - Do something "in faith" and expect to get a reward later in glory. ( "Look at all these things we did in Your Name..." )
Faith and fruit can only come via the hearing of the ear.
I KNOW that many "good, faith things" we did in our earlier days, "for God and His glory"...will vanish in a puff of smoke . They were 'good ideas' they were very sacrificially-looking ideas....they were Christian's ought to ideas...looked good and impressive.
But they were our ideas ...God did not speak them to us...a Pastor , a leader, a book, some preacher...
When in 1987 my job was to move us to Oklahoma, we did put it before the Lord and in our hearts and between us it was settled that there would be no more UPC. We arrived and I went to work immediately. We attended services no where at first, waiting on the Lord. In less than a month the Lord surprised by putting a Christian sister in my wife's pathway. God confirmed for us in a very unusual way that we were in His will when decided to attend where that sister was attending... Some might want to call it coincidence, but it really was not.
The first Sunday we attended there was a another vehicle pulling into the parking lot when we pulled in... Like our car it had a Wyoming license plate. We skipped the next Sunday and then that third Sunday we and that same family in that same car from Wyoming were both there again. As we were to discover later they also skipped the second Sunday and our first day of attendance was also their first day of attendance. Even though both families were recently moved from Wyoming, we had never met previously.
If that were not enough, I soon discovered that the brother from Wyoming spoke fluent Spanish. I also spoke fluent Spanish. We attended services in the new assembly together from that point and remain friends up to the present day.
Coincidence? No way! The was only the beginning of God's work for me and that brother.
Give God the glory!