Martha

Martha is a chick I can relate to. She likes to get things done and is a hard worker. Both are awesome attributes. I’ll bet people appreciated her because she was kind and anxious to help others. She was probably one you could count on if you were in a bind. However, there is one quality she struggled with and I do as well. She wasn’t a be-er. No, not beer. That’s entirely different. Martha stunk at BEing. Me too. I stink at BEing. At sitting. At relaxing. At ignoring the pile of papers/dishes/clothes/to do lists. In all honesty, I stink at enjoying my children some days. Not because I don’t think they’re fabulous. Not because I don’t want to play. But because the clutter drives me crazy. I’m one of those “don’t function well in chaos” people. I think God designed me that way. I like order. A lot. Can you imagine the world if no one needed order? Laundry would overflow the streets. Children would climb on the piles of mail. Birthdays and anniversaries would be celebrated randomly and without cake (oh my!) Grocery stores would be overflowing with people because they had no lists. Yes, people like me are definitely helpful!

But then there is Mary. She was the one who, on at least one day, got kudos from Jesus. For BEing. She was a be-er. She was great at listening to Jesus. I’ll bet she was also great at enjoying children.

Lately God has been ‘allowing’ me to live in chaos. Did I mention I really don’t function well in it? My brain gets ‘clogged up’ when there is lots of clutter/stuff to do around. I’m NOT a fan. But apparently this is the season for clogging. J has been sleeping miserably and many days I’m struggling to get through. That doesn’t leave much energy for order.

To give an example, I still have the Christmas stuff up. Yes, many people do that. You may be one who happily leaves it up till Spring. I am not. It should be neatly packed away by now. The holiday cheer is gone from the decorations and now they taunt me. The snowmen are threatening to melt at any moment. Little animals in their sweaters are begging to be packed away before the Alabama heat kicks in. Our Christmas tree is shoved into our tiny office, so each time I get into a desk drawer I have to fight an artificial pine tree. I don’t know if you’ve ever fought one, but believe me, it can be quite the opponent!

I find myself having to choose every day how I want to spend the limited energy I have. We make choices every day, because they pass quickly, but some periods of life require us to be far more intentional than others. Grad school was a season like that for me. I had to choose what I’d do with my preciously small amount of free time. These days when we visit home I have to decide how to maximize time with loved ones and my schedule has to be carefully chosen.

Every once in a while I do a beautiful job (if I do say so myself) of choosing to be a Mary. It’s usually a deliberate decision, because Martha-ness runs deep in my bones. Yesterday was one of those days. It was a lovely day, filled with tickles, toys, and slobber. Every once in a while I realize how quickly childhood goes by. It’s much too short and all I can do is hang on tight and snatch whatever moments I can. Yesterday I snatched as hard as I good. Today I may not be grabbing all day long, but I’ll be sure to snag a few moments. Even a Martha at heart can savor some Mary minutes each day. In fact, I can see a toddler who needs to be tickled…gotta run.

(Luke 10)

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. auntmel
    Jan 20, 2011 @ 16:11:11

    I am in the middle of "Having a Mary Heat in a Martha World" by Joanna Weaver. It is a good read with a bible study included. Lots of practical nuggets to work through!

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  2. Teresa
    Jan 31, 2011 @ 18:43:30

    Great job! I am impressed, Sis! I remember my mom reminding me when I complained about a baby and a 1 year old, then a 1-yr old and a 2-year old…she'd say: enjoy them now because before you know it, you'll turn around and they'll be grown and gone. At the time, I thought she was only saying that to make me feel better and to truly enjoy my children. Yet, I did turn around and I'm a Nana…hardly seems possible.Yes, my Mom was right–take the time to enjoy them & be a Mary on a regular basis. They really do grown up very quickly and right before our eyes! love, sis

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