"As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said.
But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things,
but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”"
Luke 10:38-42
I empathize with Mary's attitude, with her desire to sit at the feet of the Master. I would've been right there too; it's my constant desire to dwell in His Presence, to see Him face to face. I find that scurrying about doing things that may seem like Kingdom tasks actually keep me from entering into the Holy of Holies. I find peace and that connection with my Abba only when I surrender, cease from all striving, empty my mind of worldly thoughts, and climb into His lap.
Today cease from striving and choose the better way.
But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things,
but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”"
Luke 10:38-42
I empathize with Mary's attitude, with her desire to sit at the feet of the Master. I would've been right there too; it's my constant desire to dwell in His Presence, to see Him face to face. I find that scurrying about doing things that may seem like Kingdom tasks actually keep me from entering into the Holy of Holies. I find peace and that connection with my Abba only when I surrender, cease from all striving, empty my mind of worldly thoughts, and climb into His lap.
Today cease from striving and choose the better way.
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