Come Away With Me

"As Jesus and His disciples were on their way, He came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to Him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what He said.  But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. 

She came to Him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!" 

Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried about many things, but only one thing is needed.  Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." " 

(Luke 10:38-42)

It was a busy day.  I pulled a double shift at work.  After I got off, I did homework and ran an errand, and then I came and got ready to sub for someone who had volunteered for something and then gotten called into work at the last minute.  It was one of those days where you go, go, go and don't know when you'll be able to stop for breath--you don't even think about it actually, you don't have time: the next thing is already waiting. 

Not only was my day busy, but my soul was busy too--agitated, worrying, all day.  Worrying about my friends, my family, my future; worrying about my classes, about money, and about not being good enough. Oh yes, my soul was busy too. 

After I got done volunteering, I just felt restless.  I had planned on going to the worship service that night, but I just couldn't.  Instead I found myself aimlessly wandering the halls.  I came to the door that led to the kitchen, and peeking inside, I saw a couple of guys still washing dishes.  I knew that they had been short handed that night, so I went in and offered my help. 

It was then, as I was bustling around in my high heels putting dishes away and imaging myself as some sort of beautiful angel of mercy or some kind of Cinderella (I couldn't decide which), that I realized just how busy I had gotten.  

So busy both outwardly and in my soul that I had shoved God aside to make room for my busyness. 

Yet even as I began to be convicted by that thought, I started to plan how I would make it into a blog entry! In fact, that was what I decided to do as soon as I got back to my room: write a blog about how I needed to stop doing things and make a little room for God! 

Sometimes it takes a lot to get through to me. 

Thankfully--Oh, so thankfully!--God is persistent.  He chases me down, even when I am refusing to be caught.  

I was so caught up in being Cinderella that I had missed the invitation to the ball.  My Lover was calling to me, "Come away with me, my love."  And I was going to blog.  

Well, He was determined.  

 I came back and sat down at my computer, but it wouldn't turn on. The battery was dead.  And I couldn't find the cord.  After searching and searching, I finally remembered where it was.  The girls had borrowed my computer to watch a movie the night before and my cord had gotten locked in their room. 

 I sighed, and then smiled, as I finally got His message. "Alright, Lord.  I'll come away with you."

Oh, Father.  Take my busyness, both inside and out, so I can walk with You in the cool of the evening.  Help me to focus solely on You.  I'm coming away with You tonight, my Lover.  Speak to my soul--open my eyes and ears and heart so I don't miss what You are saying.  Amen.