Many of you know the Bible account of Mary and Martha.
Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word. But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me. And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things: But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her. ~Luke 10:38-42
Well, recently, I have chosen the path of Mary versus Martha. Truth is the Lord began to woo me to “Mary’s place” with Him. You see, what was unknown is, there were some important things to learn. To change. Adjust.
God graciously gave me the gift of extra quiet time in the mornings. A blessing only because of His grace.
These mornings have brought about some areas in my life where change was needed. Change for the better.
First thing, was dealing with forgiveness. I did not even realize a need to work at forgiveness existed inside my heart. Hard work too. Hard.
Hidden away in the recesses of my heart were black stains. Stains that were beginning to effect more of my heart. As Jesus’ revelation came to me about this, I could see some areas were graying. All because of unforgiveness.
I bought and read a book earlier this year entitled 31 Days of Forgiveness. Soaking in the information like a sponge. It was very good. For someone who has this problem, I said to myself. I can use this as a help in ministry. Words began returning to my mind. Applications of grace and hard work. Identifying the problem. Releasing the bitterness that was being built up. Whew. God forgave me when I asked Him, and released me from the guilt that generally follows failure.
It was not against any one person or situation specifically – my anger – yes – anger; but a compilation of things that were building. Leaving by the way of the altar every time we are in service is so important.
Getting so caught up in my responsibilities, left me broken.
Our mind, body and spirit are all wrapped up together in one frail package made of dirt. Every area on the package is labelled “FRAGILE.” Or at least it should be; because we all can be broken. We may be broken and not even know it. Our joy is gone. Our days ho hum. Friends – not today, I don’t feel like it. If that is you sweet sister, it’s Mary time.
There are so many broken pieces in my physical and spiritual being, which happened in unison, I asked the Lord what goes where.
His answer. As it was in the valley of dry bones, so it is with the broken pieces of your life, my child.
And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest. Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live ~Ezekiel 37:3-5
I began to speak life into my spirit. The promises of God from His Word. Each shattered piece began to find their place nearing wholeness.
Shattered dreams became beautiful prisms of light making my life more colorful and beautiful.
As I continue to meditate on God’s Word and His goodness, the pieces are getting stronger. God’s grace is the glue bonding together the complete frame. My frame. My life.Have you found yourself lacking joy, energy or the want-to? Perhaps pieces of you are breaking. Hidden hurts. God wants to put the color back in your life. Are you more of a Mary or Martha? Please leave your comments in the section below.
Thank you stopping by.
See you around the path.Blessings~Debra
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