Today, I have woken up at 1:12 pm. I have eaten Spaghetti that I microwaved in my micro-fridge (a college necessity . I have then proceed to sit at my laptop for 2 hours: reading Jesus blog posts, looking up scripture to use in my Bible Study (henceforth to be called BStud), watching YouTube videos about rare medical conditions (including a real live mermaid girl, a vampire brothers, and a girl with half a brain), and occasionally taking breaks to read Twelve Ordinary Men by John MacArthur.
Basically, I've done absolutely nothing. But sometimes that's good for me.
In the BStud I'm leading on campus, we had our lesson on quiet times last night. The study focused on Mary and Martha. You know the sisters: one is running about the house, trying to provide for the men she's let enter into her home. She's doing a good thing, and she looks over and sees her sister just chillin' with all the men, not even pretending to help her with the preparations. So, naturally, she gets frustrated.
It's funny. As an older sister, I can totally relate to Martha. I love my sister dearly, but I can think of at least twenty different times when I've been busy doing something around the house, and my sister, who was supposed to be helping me, is still glued to her laptop.
But Martha and Mary's story this time is a bit different than just one sister is slacking off.
Mary isn't just sitting doing nothing. She's at the feet of Jesus. The Messiah. The Lord of all the earth. The Son of God, God-with-us, creator of the universe. He's in Martha's house. And Mary recognizes it. She sees it and instead of being bogged down by stuff, she stops what's she's doing, and spends time with God.
If I'm being honest, I'm more of a Martha personality. When I see a need, I want to fill it however I can. I like to make plans and follow through. I like to be busy for God's Kingdom, doing stuff for him.
But a lot of the time, I get so focused on completing the task, I forget who I'm completing the task for.
Martha has merit though. She gets stuff done, and trusts that Jesus will get stuff done too (I mean, when her brother died, and she heard Jesus had shown up, she ran to meet him, still hoping that he would save her brother though he'd been dead for four days). Sometimes it's good to look at God as a doer, not just as someone who is there watching over us. He intercedes for us. He keeps us from harm. God is actively involved in our lives.
But today, I'm forcing myself to take a Mary sort of day. To relax and watch a number of Rom-Coms on Netflix, sure. But also to wait quietly on the Lord, talk with him.
To sit at his feet and be showered in love.
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