Being Mary In A Martha World

helping_handsMartha and Mary : Luke 10:38-42

38 Now as they went on their way, Jesusa]”>[a]entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house.39 And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his teaching. 40 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.” 41 But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things,42 but one thing is necessary.b]”>[b] Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.”

We’ve all been Martha at some point, right? I couldn’t help but relate to her today. I was anxious and worrying about getting our house ready and prepared for some sweet friends who are visiting us soon. Frantic thoughts were swirling around in my mind, like, “Will they look in my cluttered and disorganized closet in the guest room? Oh no, I hope their bed is comfortable enough. Will they notice those stains on my carpet? I just know they will look at our weeds that need to be pulled in our flower beds! Will I have the right amount of food…wait, what food will they like?” And on and on and on and on…

But finally, reality knocked me square on the forehead.  Why are they coming to stay with us? Because they WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH US! They aren’t coming to spend time with my house and judge every imperfection within. They aren’t coming just for the bed and the meals prepared, or to notice the weeds and judge them for a gardening magazine. Our dear friends are coming to hug us, laugh and smile with us, and build new memories because THAT’S what matters in life.

Jesus set the standards for what’s important and what’s trivial. The best and most precious gifts in life are not things, but the people we share this life with.

Friends, I know we all struggle with being a Martha. When our minds start to wander and we lose focus on what’s REALLY important, let’s remind ourselves of Mary and Martha. We will build more meaningful and loving relationships if we choose the “good portion.”

Let’s be a Mary!


Count Your Many Blessings

Hi! I’m a young wife to a Godly man and mother to two beautiful little girls. I couldn’t be more blessed, and I count my rich and abundant blessings daily. Have you ever heard the hymn, “Count Your Many Blessings”? I often find myself taking a step back from my crazy.busy life and humming and singing the words to this beautiful song.

Just like any mother to young children, life can be a whirlwind of changing diapers, middle of the night cuddles with a tired little girl who had a nightmare (actually,  that’s an excuse just to sleep with mom and dad, ha!), temper tantrums, and runny noses.  I often try to start a household chore, and never finish it because my 2 year old little girl just wrote all over her face, legs and wall with a Magic Marker. My strong willed, blonde hair and blue eyed 5 year old likes to get any attention she can get. Her motto lately is, “Any Attention Is Good Attention.” I feel as if I have never ending piles of laundry to wash, fold and hang, the floors need to be swept (for the millionth time today), and the dishes need to be washed and put away. The life of a young mother can be a whirlwind of emotions, both good and bad.

But you know what? I know I’m gonna miss this. I’m going to one day no longer have those stains to (“TRY”…keyword there) and remove from my daughter’s grass stained pants she wore because she tripped while chasing lightning bugs in the field behind the house.  I’m going to miss my sweet toddler girl writing all over herself with markers, all while sticking her cute little tongue out, concentrating on this newfound sensation she feels when the cold marker touches her skin. I’m going to miss sweeping up crumbs off my wood floors from freshly made cookies us girls made together, because when those crumbs are no more, that means my sweet girls have grown and are no longer “little blessings” in my home, but mature and grown young women.

These are the precious times. Take a good look around. Savor every moment, even the bad ones. Never forget to take a step back and sing in your heart to the Lord , “Count Your Many Blessings, see what God hath done!” There are way too many to count.