Martha, Martha...

So I woke up this morning with about twelve new suckers shooting out from the top of my head that must've shot up during the night ;) and despite having my moment of clarity yesterday and blogging all about it, I just couldn't bring myself to do my pruning. Unfortunately, I didn't make time for the Lord to do it either...

Instead, I began running around like a fool, making phone calls, stressing about how I might fit everything I feel like I need to fit in this week, trying to get a handle on who to call back first, how to get everyone to believe that they are a priority in my life... (because the clock is ticking you know...), whose nose to wipe next, and taking up all the heavy burdens I had just yesterday laid down. All the while I'm telling myself that it was just a matter of needing to plan better and forcing myself to not look out the window at the apple tree that still hasn't been pruned either!)

Then I had an encouraging phone call with my mom who usually gives me good perspective. "UhhhhhLizabeth....!" It was when the baby started howling and decided she needed to nurse NOW, and I heard the shattering of a broken glass in the kitchen that I suddenly remembered something the Lord had taught me a few years ago:

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 listenend 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.

Luke 10:38-42

I don't know how many of my Martha friends I've shared this with over the years, but it's something I need to revisit again myself. One thing is necessary. Right at that moment I realized it was the sweeping up of the glass. Then, the nursing of the baby. Then....I would sit at the Lord's feet and find out what comes next. It will be one... thing...at...a...time. (sigh)

And when I choose the good thing, like Christ said, the "good portion"... it will not be taken away from me. How encouraging is that? So much we do is here and gone. Like the straw that can burn, the glories that fade. But by seeking Christ and choosing the portion that he has for us at this moment, He will lead us to what is eternal and everlasting and He will calm our anxious hearts.

Forgive me, I know I am becoming redundant in my themes here, but I am apparently long in grasping certain lessons. And if you're asking yourself "Then how in the world does she have time to blog about all this now?" I don't know. I guess I could be scrambling around getting the house just perfect for the visitors that will be here shortly, but after opening the Word and sitting at my Father's feet, I am reminded that I won't be able to truly bless those visitors anyway while being "anxious and troubled about many things." I'm finding that now that I am at rest, my children are all playing peacefully as well.

Why do I always forget how loving my Father is? Why do we tarry in just sitting at his feet--as if He'll load us with all these heavy and unwanted burdens. Today my Lord was like "Elizabeth, why don't you just sit down, open the Word, have some breakfast already, do a little bloggin, and let me comfort you?" (sigh)

Are people actually reading this?

I'm just really curious and would love to hear from you if you are. Please leave a comment for me and tell me how really redundant my posts are getting. ;)