I am Martha

I never really liked the story of Mary and Martha, the sisters of Lazarus. I think it’s because Mary is the imitable one, and I know deep down I’m more of a Martha. If you’re unfamiliar, Jesus and his buds stopped by Martha’s house on a journey. Mary, her sister, “sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he said.” Martha, however, “was distracted by the preparations that had to be made” (Luke 10:38-42). Someone’s gotta prepare the food and clean the floor, right?

Today’s Jesus Calling entry reminded me of my Martha-dom.

Do not skimp on our time together. Resist the clamor of tasks waiting to be done. You have chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from you.

I’ve been “skimping” on listening-to-Jesus-time. As I look back to Christmas, I think I was even too “distracted by the preparations” that I missed my own personal, intimate devotion with the Jesus of whose birth I celebrate.

When I think of this type of devotion, I hearken back to my most intimate moments with God. I was on the second floor of WMU dormitory…burnt popcorn and perfume wafting through the halls. My freshman self closed the old wooden door to the prayer closet, flicked off the light, and knelt on a musty pillow to pray. Sometimes crying, sometimes smiling, sometimes listening and oftentimes accidentally falling asleep.

I need this kind of closet time with Jesus. I recognize this because fifteen minutes ago, as I placed Finn down into his crib and carefully, silently shut the door to his nursery, I began searching for the next task to check off my list and the next surface to clean before I hear him whimper awake. Instead, I should take at least a bit of this alone time to be Mary. To listen to Him and revel in His presence.

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

Here I am, typing while I should be listening. I’m going to go choose what is better. Peace.photo-184


13 Goals

I’ll try my best, forgive myself when I inevitably fail and try harder tomorrow. Here are my thirteen goals for 2013:photo-179

1. Rock climb with Joey at Rocktown ten times before December. And flash a 5.9.

2. Clean more meticulously. I’ve gotten lazy. Sorry, Grandma.

3. Return to pre-Finn fitness level and body fat percentage. Not because I should or must to feel validated, but because it’s possible and a good example to my momma clients.

4. Less than 3 surgeries for Finn this year. Preferably none.

5. Help my clients reach their fitness goals, come up with innovative workouts photo-182and challenge them to do something they don’t think they can.

6. Witness Finn crawling, dancing and standing on his own feet. And let him do it in his time.

7. Live out thankfulness…for the small things and the big things. And vocalize my gratitude.

8. Read my Bible and wonder at its mysteries. Also read fiction, but not in place of my Bible.

9. Spend less money at Target…a lot less. Joey’s making me grocery shop at Homeland this year instead. It’s no fun at Homeland; they don’t sell candles and decorative pillows and cute baby jammies.photo-181

10. Make Finn laugh every day.

11. Drink green juice for breakfast most days of the week. Mmmm…liquid kale.

12. Cook a healthy, yummy meal every week night we’re home together. Try new recipes. Sandros Pizza only in desperate circumstances.

13. Make it out to Colorado, use the baby backpack Marquette gave us and introduce Finn to the great outdoors.









Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!