Blessed for Being Martha, and not Complaining

I’m more Mary than Martha. Most of the time, the Lord is saying, “You could do the dishes, you know?” I am usually all for meditating, writing, praying, reading poetry, and other Mary-type stuff. Today I was blessed for being Martha.

I run my own music teaching service in my home. I love doing it. We had a recital today that went wonderfully.

I took the time to visit with my families instead of immediately cleaning up while they were all visiting. As a result, I ended up staying longer and doing a great bit of cleaning up by myself when most were already gone.

I finished getting everything back into place, and then locked myself out of the church, having forgotten to turn off the lights in one portion of the building.

I knocked on the stained-glass window, once, then twice. Someone came and let me back in and I shut off the lights.

As I was coming back out and heading to my car, a friend drove up. She thought she might catch me there. If I had not taken so long, I would not have met her there. She had an ointment for my poison ivy, and I had some books to give her.

Because I stayed and visited with my families, it took longer for me to leave, but it was worth it. I found out that I can do a lot on my own and feel fine about it. God’s perfect timing and my friend to the rescue were great rewards for my non-complaining Martha-ness. I feel I am on the verge of a very nice Martha/Mary mix.

6 thoughts on “Blessed for Being Martha, and not Complaining”

  1. I love this Robin, and I love you so much. I think my new care receiver is going to reschedule and not come this Wednesday morning, so could you still come at whatever time is best for you? Linda

    Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 01:47:53 +0000 To:

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