Mary and Martha

In the past week, I have heard this story twice now. Britton has a book filled with new testament ‘children’s stories’ – its a pretty thick book and she asked me to read the story of Mary and Martha to her. To be honest, I didn’t remember learning it as a child, and it certainly hadn’t stuck with me if I’ve read it as an adult recently.

At church, just days later, the sermon is based on the same passage. Mary and Martha from Luke 10.

“As they continued their travel, Jesus entered a village. A woman by the name of Martha welcomed him and made him feel quite at home. She had a sister, Mary, who sat before the Master, hanging on every word he said. But Martha was pulled away by all she had to do in the kitchen. Later, she stepped in, interrupting them. “Master, don’t you care that my sister has abandoned the kitchen to me? Tell her to lend me a hand.”
41-42The Master said, “Martha, dear Martha, you’re fussing far too much and getting yourself worked up over nothing. One thing only is essential, and Mary has chosen it—it’s the main course, and won’t be taken from her.”
- Luke 10: 38-42

The sermon was about everyone, epically Type A’s, getting caught up in the everydayness amd business of life. We all can shout off our top priorities (family, God, friends) without hesitation but our calendars rarely match our mouth. I know this is true for me. Pedicure, fabric store, bows, ballet registration, cleaners, bank.

While these things are important, and sometimes necessary, instead of trying to keep the house clean, work shirts ready for Mike- wouldn’t my time be better spent sitting down with him and really asking him about his day. Not as we are exhausted and ready to fall asleep for the evening, or over two cranky children.

Why is it that I can find time to 1/2 to 1 hour day to exercise or play on the computer, but not 5 minutes at night to spend time in scripture?

As I swept my kitchen for the ump-teeth time this week, the following thought went through my head: one day, I am going to look up from all this housework, and realize that my children have grown. My children have grown, and I’ve been too busy with this to even notice.

I am that Martha- the busy body in the kitchen getting all the details just so- leaving the ‘entertaining‘ to others while I get everything just perfect. And no one really notices the attempt at near perfection but me.

Big Daddy is fishing in the keys all week, so it will be pretty easy to fulfill this week’s portion of the 30 day challenge. Therefore, I can safely add another goal to this week’s list. My goal this week, is to be less Martha-like. To stop, step back, and spend my time and energy on things that are really important.

Pretty soon, my little girl will have a broken sternum, wires in her chest, possibility a pacemaker, stitches and much pain. I need to spend my precious precious time, with my precious precious family. Because in the end, that’s all that really matters.

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