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Mary or Martha


Have you ever come across something that just stops you dead in your tracks? Out of nowhere it knocks you right on your butt.  That was me today.  I was trying to read my devotionals while making breakfast, pulling my toddler off the counter, sipping coffee, it happened to me.  Here I was distracted as usual and BAM-right here in the story of Mary and Martha, it hit me.  


I...am...Martha.  


Eek.  I did not see that one coming.


“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”


I am Martha.  I am too busy, too tired, too worried, too stressed all...the...time.  I am focusing on the million day to day tasks that need done, but neglecting one major priority: My time with God.  


Lately, I have been preoccupied with planning for back to school for me and the kids.  Trying to find the right masks, reading the latest numbers, the most recent articles by experts that contradict the article that I had just read.  Reading re-opening plans.  Add in a bit of bargain shopping, writing more, volunteer/serving opportunities, groups I am involved in and planning social distance birthday parties, I have kept myself pretty occupied.  This list is not all inclusive either.  It lacks my day to day tasks that need accomplished when raising 3 young children and attempting to keep up with the laundry.  Attempting.  Yes, there is some social media scrolling in there, but I am not filling my time with tasks that are unholy or sinful, but they are still distracting me from what is most important.  


Martha was so focused on being a good hostess. She was busy with the tasks at hand.  The tasks that caused her to miss the opportunity to sit at the feet of our Lord and learn.   She missed the opportunity to be close to Him.  To get to know Him. To build a strong relationship with Him.  Martha wasn’t doing anything wrong or sinful.  It wasn’t that she didn’t love Jesus. It wasn’t that she didn’t care to spend this time with him. Her focus was just not correct and her priorities out of line.  She was missing what was most important.      


I am Martha and it has caused me to be slacking in my time with God.  I have had more days than I would like to admit when I have skipped my bible reading, I didn’t get to my devotionals and I fell asleep praying.  


I set my alarm to get up before the kids, so I can give God my undivided attention.  I really enjoy my one on one time with Him over a warm cup of coffee. But recently, this isn’t happening.  Instead, I hit the snooze button until I hear the pitter patter of little feet down the hall or my toddler knocking and yelling “mama” from her room.  


I am Martha.  I am missing the most important part.  I am exhausted.  I am anxious.  I am not spending the time with God and it shows.  This is why my mind is racing.  This is why I am caught up in everything going on in the world right now.  This is why I am letting fear creep in, instead of sitting at the feet of Jesus and listening.  


I have lost my focus on spending the time with God.  Most of what I am filling my time with can be considered God honoring, but ultimately I am missing what truly matters.  


I am Martha.  I need to get back to being Mary.  I see that more now than ever.  It is time to change my focus.  I need to re-prioritize, starting today.  Today, I will make a plan.  Today, I will pray.  And tomorrow, with my eyes focused on God, I will enjoy our one on one time, over a cup of coffee and watching the sunrise. 

  


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