Giving Martha a break

It’s 5:30 in the morning and I’ve just returned home from dropping of my oldest at the high school. She’s off on a band trip with her classmates and won’t return until next week. Good luck Sweets! Have fun and remember to mind your teacher.

I’m still trying to fully wake up. I have my cup of tea and have already devoured two banana nut chip muffins with lashings of butter (mmmm butter). The sun is slowly starting to light up the sky and the day stretches before me redolent with promise. It is quiet, almost peaceful right now and I know that once the day begins in earnest that this moment will gone, a moment that I need to try and make the most of.

Last night was full of moments. Opening night of the She Loves conference was amazing. I thought that I would have to search high and low for the Mary within me, but she was easier to find than I had anticipated. She felt a bit awkward, but the moment the music started she stretched her hands to the heavens, closed her eyes, and raised her voice. She wrote notes, laughed, and slowly tiptoed into community once again with women & their God heartbeat.

Why awkward? I think it’s because it’s been at least 10 years since she was able to participate in the conference so she wasn’t sure what to expect anymore. You see I’ve been at the conference all these years but not in it. Do you get the difference? I’ve been leading a team, working the conference, but my role didn’t allow for much time to listen, to sit at the feet of the teachers. My identity seemed to get tangled up in what I was doing and not in who I was serving. My Martha side was in full force and having a great time, but couldn’t help thinking, from time to time, that she was missing out on something.

This year was going to be different. My word for the year is “listen”. I took that seriously. So, when it came time to start thinking about conference, I approached the ladies in charge and basically told them that I felt strongly that I needed to be in the conference this year, and so I would not be leading or serving at this year’s conference. I’m not sure what I expected their responses to be, but I was pleasantly surprised when they agreed quite readily to me taking this year to sit in. Someone else would get to sit at the helm that I had manned for so many years. Time to make room, to move over, to pass the baton so to speak. It’s kind of bittersweet, but at the same time necessary.

Conference starts again this morning at 9. The day is wide open, the moments endless and pregnant with possibility.  Let’s gather at the feet of Jesus, let’s allow the Holy Spirit free reign (He does His best work that way), and let’s learn from one another.

Let’s let out our inner Mary, and give Martha a well deserved break (whether she wants one or not).


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