It is true… I am stinkin’ Martha!
I am the one who works instead of sitting at the feet of Jesus!
Ugh… everyone who knows me in real life is nodding their heads up and down.
Jesus is begging me to sit and talk. Love on him and serve him, and I’m in my kitchen cooking and cleaning.
I have an issue with hospitality.
Someone drops by the house to visit…
“Oh, I am so sorry the house is a mess (even thought it really isn’t- it just makes me feel better).”
Mark wants to invite friends over and I’m more concerned with my house being spotless even though it will be a train wreck once everyone and their bear cubs leave.
I am so working on this downfall of my personality. All it does is rob me of the opportunity to fellowship and relax with others. But, that isn’t the end of my issue.
I know I am supposed to be a dutiful wife and mother and tend to the house, but I do that instead of spending quality time with my Lord. Seriously, I will stay up and clean the house so that it is tidy in the morning and I don’t have to wake up to chaos, but then I give God like ten minutes.
I do try to make it a purposeful ten minutes *pat myself on the back, right?*, but come on- ten minutes?!
Give me a break. He gives me my very breath and I give him ten minutes at the end of my exhausting, but blessed day. Good thing I have my priorities straight, right?
Not only do I fail at being hospitable to my buds, but I fail at making room in my untidy heart for God.
I let people walk into the foyer very easily, but I don’t really want them to walk into my mess of a master bedroom- how embarrassing I let God take ten minutes of my day, but I don’t really feel comfortable giving him a hour in the morning before the sun rises (girl needs her beauty sleep).
Ugh… I need so much work. How can I be so broken and have so much work to do?
Eternity with our Maker don’t come cheap, folks. I bet if you sit and ask Jesus how expensive our one way ticket to Glory was, he’d say, “Sit, Martha, sit at my feet and let me tell you how much I love you.”