The Wife, The Mother, The Aunt, The Maid.

38As Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home.

39Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught.

40But Martha was distracted by the big dinner she was preparing. She came to Jesus and said, “Lord, doesn’t it seem unfair to you that my sister just sits here while I do all the work? Tell her to come and help me.”

41But the Lord said to her, “My dear Martha, you are worried and upset over all these details!

42There is only one thing worth being concerned about. Mary has discovered it, and it will not be taken away from her.”

Luke 10, 38-42

 

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This weekend I could so relate to Martha. After keeping my niece, doing laundry, cooking then cleaning the dishes, and mopping the floor about 3 times I was exhausted.

I wanted to run away because at that moment I was feeling unappreciated, neglected, and overworked.

Like Martha, I didn’t want to serve alone. There were others in the house that could help but they chose not to and it bothered me. Who would get all this cleaning done if it weren’t me? I am not superwoman and it felt like I was being made to be just that.

Everyone was okay watching me suffer in my mind and that hurt.

And to be honest, it still hurts.

Yet reading the reply from Jesus to Martha made me rethink everything I was feeling. What was important at that moment is that my family was relaxing, enjoying their time off from their schedules, and doing what mattered most, spending time with each other.

My niece and my children got to enjoy each other’s company and make the same memories I used to make with my cousins. Rather than sitting in that same peace, I had put more on myself than I can bear.

Yes things needed to be done, but I could have chosen to balance them out so I didn’t have to do everything at once.

Perhaps for me, it is better to schedule household chores throughout the week so on the weekends, I can relax without the extra anxiety.

Perhaps the problem wasn’t them it was me and the pressure I put on myself to be perfect.

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