Why am I writing a blog?
Adding my voice to the cacophony of words on the internet seems ridiculous. What could I possibly have to say that hasn’t already been said? Yet, for the past several weeks, maybe months, I have heard this whisper in my heart to write. Put finger to keys and let the words flow. Build the site. Say what’s on your heart. Tell the silly things you think about as well as the profound. Share your spirit and your mind. The right people will find it.
My response to that whisper? Ok, maybe. I’ve tried the blogging thing before. It was too much work for not enough reward. What would be different now?
The whisper continued. I thought, ok, I’ll give it a go. I bought a domain, searched for wordpress themes, did all the things you have to do just to self-publish your rambling thoughts. Then I got busy. I have a lot to do, y’know. I’ll get around to writing. Gosh, what would I even write about? I’ll get around to starting it once I have edited all these pictures and planned this birthday party and gotten the school year off to a great start. I’m a very important person around here, I’ll have you know!
Pride. Seems like it’s always there to challenge my obedience. I’m too prideful in what I have to do to pay attention to the whisperer’s command. I’m too prideful to share what’s in my heart and head because you might think I’m silly, or way too much, or over-thinking it. I do a lot of thinking. Maybe I am over-thinking it. See, there I go again.
I knew that the only way I would have anything worthwhile to say was if I listen to the Whisperer, spend time in the Word and wait for His message to share. Today, I read this:
“What I tell you in the dark, say in the light, and what you hear whispered, proclaim on the housetops.” Matthew 10:27 ESV
So here I am. Proclaiming that which is whispered to me.
Why Martha, Martha?
Well, that’s what is whispered to me frequently. Luke 10 tells the story of Martha, who was running around, worrying about the cooking and the laundry and the guests that were coming…well, the Bible puts it this way: Martha was distracted with much serving.
Man, have I ever been there. Distracted. With much serving.
I feel ya, Martha. You and me both, Sister.
Of course, she tells Jesus to make her goofy sister get in there and help her (or something like that) and he replies, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.” (Luke 10: 41-42 ESV)
As I rush around my house, striving to tackle all the things on my to-do list and feeling very self-important and busy, I hear Him whisper, exasperated but lovingly, “Martha, Martha” and I know. He’s calling me to rest in His presence.
So here I am today, proclaiming to the world that which he has whispered to me, feeling very underqualified and humble, and hoping you’ll join me in my journey. It’s a journey toward high goals in my marriage, my family, and my home, but always, with a focus on resting in His presence.
Welcome to “Martha, Martha”.