I'm always in a rush. A rush to school, to work, to work out, to tan, to eat, to do homework before its due the next night......
This morning I woke up late because I was tired from staying up the night before doing a last minute book report due before 8:30 AM the next morning. I rushed around to get ready and go observe for 4 hours at an elementary school, then I knew I would have to rush straight to work shortly after I was done observing. While I was sitting in class, observing these precious 2nd graders, I thought to myself of everything I have to get done today......class, work, grocery store, tan, work out, eat, pick my sister up to run errands.....the list went on and on. I was starting to stress myself out and worry like I promised myself over and over I would not do.
Out of some miracle, I actually got home a little earlier than expected, just enough time to eat and pick up around the house. As I was starting to put up the dishes a crystal clear thought ran through my head about the story of Mary and Martha.....for those of you who don't know the story, let me lay it out for you:
Martha and Mary offered hospitality to Jesus. Mary sat and listened to him as he talked, but Martha objected to the fact that she was left with all the work. Jesus told Martha not to worry about small things, but to concentrate on what was important.
"As Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. But Martha was distracted by the big dinner she was preparing. She came to Jesus and said, “Lord, doesn’t it seem unfair to you that my sister just sits here while I do all the work? Tell her to come and help me.” But the Lord said to her, “My dear Martha, you are worried and upset over all these details! There is only one thing worth being concerned about. Mary has discovered it, and it will not be taken away from her.” Luke 10:38-42Convicting enough? Sure was for me. God brought my own sin before my eyes and brought me to my knees. Sometimes we tend to get a little aggravated when our own parents call us out on a lie or on some sort of action we did that was wrong, but the older I get, the more I realize how incredibly thankful I am for that kind of love. Not only will our earthly parents point out our wrong doings, but our Heavenly Father convicts us of our sins in order for us to run straight to Him.
So what did I do? I slammed that dish washer door shut and came into my bedroom and cried out to my Father. He longs for that kind of relationship where we just can cry out to Him. We don't have to go into some deep, meaningful prayer just to cry out to our God. Repeating His name over and over and over is just as important to His heart than anything else.
God reminded me that I need to quit being in such a rush; to take one day at a time and to see His beauty and grace through every bit of it. That's true love. That's everlasting love.
God is still in control. Even when we seem far off from His will, we aren't. Just look beside you. He is right there, holding our hands every step of the way. Listen to Him, praise His name, glorify Him in everything you do. And when you seem to get off track, remember that He is only a cry away.
What a blessing......thank you Lord, thank you.....
