I get caught in the web of the hurrying and scurrying, which leads to all ways of the negativity of worrying.
Like Martha who was by nature a doer, a shaker and a mover. I am grateful for our sister Martha, loved so much by Jesus. For how else would I know about the better Mary way? If not for the empathy I feel for a Martha day?
Mary knew how to bend the knee slow and low in her attitude of gratitude. Into the place. The place like no other of rest, comfort and peace, at the feet Jesus, Lord of her life. In this place she knew the calm soul joy of what our sweet sister Ann V. wrote of:
“The Virus of Distraction is cured by the art of Subtraction”
In the humbling of myself, I can completely exhale the toxic waste of haste, and deep breath into the fullness of that heart space, that unique room in this, my heart house, and it fills to the brim, bursting at the seams, with
Attraction to Jesus
” thou hast anointed my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely, goodness and loving-kindness shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Jehovah for the length of the days.”
Psalm 23: Darby Translation