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Martha, Monica, & A Messy Kitchen

Martha, Monica, & A Messy Kitchen

I have always tended to be more like Martha- distracted with tidying up, cleaning, and making all things “acceptable”. Acceptable for who? I joke about how Monica-like I am with all my organizing and dish-doing and laundry-folding and a one year old only added to my “very important and urgent” to-do lists.

“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: 41-42

Oh Lord, help me be more like Mary! Help me be more like You!

This starvation is soul consuming for the all consuming Good Portion -  for the One who is faithfully present and forever filling. Why am I trying to find it in doing the dishes? Maybe it’s the sense of accomplishment or purpose I feel from being a homemaker with a tidy home but wouldn’t I rather be a homemaker with a Jesus home? Lord, show me the good portion! There is only One thing that is necessary- where have I been trying to find it? Where have I been trying to find Him? The part of me that still feels like I have to be a certain way, a certain mom, a certain homemaker, to fit this Jesus mold is the part that feels Martha-like. Too busy to sit at the feet of Jesus. Maybe this life isn’t about picture perfect kitchens or always put-together dinner parties or perfectly planned meals or beautifully edited photographs. Maybe I should stop trying to get my life together to feel organized and neat  so that I can experience Christ. Maybe life is found at the feet of Jesus. Maybe real life and love and hope are found at the very feet of the Good Portion. Maybe at the feet of Jesus nothing else matters. Maybe I can never be too busy to sit and rest and listen to Jesus.

It took my one year old, sitting in her high chair begging for attention, while me, Martha, was busy at the sink, for the Lord to whisper into my heart, “Choose Me. Choose the Good Portion”. My eyes swollen with tears and my heart ready for grace, for Christ, I put the dish towel down, sat with my daughter and worshiped the Only portion. I spooned strawberry oatmeal into her mouth while singing, “only Jesus...”. Only Jesus. That’s what I want my life to be about.

Seemingly Mundane Becomes Beautifully Purposeful

Seemingly Mundane Becomes Beautifully Purposeful

Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,