My mother-in-law let me borrow Having A Mary Heart In A Martha World.
God convicted me that I became a Martha the last few hours at camp. Through a series of happenings, our group was delayed in packing up. Being the youngest group, each child needed help. Those picking up our bags were waiting and we we’re still in the process to get things together.
It became a blur and I was barking out orders. Well, maybe not barking out orders but I was demanding. I allowed the stress of the moment get to me and things were no longer fun.
Of course, I have hope, as the Martha and Mary story goes on, Martha changes. I know this was a valuable lesson for me and I hope not to forget it. Since I’m prone to have the Martha attitude, I must be on guard that I choose the right thing.
38 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 39 She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. 40 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!”
41 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, 42 but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” Luke 10:38-42