Saturday, June 29, 2013

Hello, My Name is Martha

I've probably subconsciously known this about myself for a long time...and I'm sure others have known this about me for even longer...but I finally realized something. I'm Martha.

If you're not familiar with the story, check out Luke 10: 38-42.
'Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, "Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me." But the Lord answered her, "Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her."'
I remember reading this story as a kid and thinking how silly Martha was...I mean the LORD was in her HOUSE! I remember thinking she was nuts for being concerned with chores when Jesus was sitting in her living room...I mean come on, who wouldn't be at the feet of Jesus listening to his every word? Well...Martha...she wanted everything to be perfect and go according to plan. Jesus' visit to her home should have been a welcome event rather than a disturbance for her day. How often do you willingly let Jesus interrupt your day? How often does your to-do list speak louder than what Jesus might be trying to speak to you? If you're anything like me...and Martha...the to-do list sometimes overshadows the "good portion".

I often think...what would I do if Jesus were to come waltzing into my house...into my room and pull up a chair and just sit and talk? To be perfectly first thought is room is a mess...I wouldn't want him to see my room like this...He probably couldn't even find a chair to sit on in this disaster area...I need to clean really quickly...and somehow do the laundry and make something for Him to eat. I'm guessing this is probably something similar to what Martha might have thought when Jesus visited her. Instead of soaking up everything He could possibly offer me...I'd be too busy. That's not what He wants.

Jesus cares about our hearts...not if your dirty clothes are in the middle of the floor and your bed is made(I'm not saying that you don't have to clean and do your excuses). He wants us to slow down...stop for a minute...give Him our undivided attention and just listen. I bet life would be so much better if I could just learn to stop once in a while. I'm typically stressed and  I worry about everything...scheduling and planning and money and transportation and the dog and my roommate and my Granny and my mom and dad and laundry and painting the bathroom(summer project), and M28 and how to best reach out to people and if I'm doing a good job or if I'm just failing miserably. I get angry at people when things don't happen the way I thought they were going to happen(my roommate gets the brunt of this a lot). I even make sure to fill up every moment of the day so that I don't have time to stop. This is a Martha heart not a Mary heart.

I don't want to be like Martha. I don't want to miss out on the chance of a lifetime...a moment of my Savior's wisdom just because I'm more concerned with going somewhere or getting something done. I want to be like to just stop and sit and listen whenever He speaks to me. I want to soak up every moment with Him...forget about everything on my to-do list and let the worry and stress disappear so that I can truly hear and receive what He is trying to give me. It was a really good reminder stop constantly worrying about everything that needs to be done and take time to focus on what God's trying to say to me. He knows my heart isn't a Mary heart and somehow he still loves me and finds ways to speak to me even when I won't slow down and shut up. God works everything to His plan...not our plan. We don't have to worry because He is in control and He will tell us exactly what we need to hear. Don't forget to stop and listen even during the busiest of days...he's always there...waiting for you to come sit at his feet. Mary had it right all along...she chose the good portion...she chose Jesus.

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